Its finally officially over.
I bumped into him and his gal at Mas Ayu, our pitstop during an evening stroll.
I froze, like anesthetic was administered in my blood. My hands gripped Little habib's pram tight.
Hubby was uncomfortable too, but when I confirm to hubby that its okie, we decided to sit there for ice milo as originally plan.
They were having dinner with her parents and siblings. They looked very nice together, compatible.
He's a jerk. He turn, saw us yet he pretended that he didnt see us. Still the proud guy that he was 2 years ago ?
I knew that he already had someone else. But I was not ready to face them.
I tried to look calm and happy. Y would I not be happy ? But memories keep flooding as we sat there and drink ice milo.
We went home after that, I developed a slight fever. I hadn't seen him since our friends wedding...and and after solat magrib, I just had to burst our crying while hubby was saying doas.
Hubby touched my head and told me forget everything and not be sad anymore. I told him I was crying because I'm too happy..actually i don't know if I was happy or sad but I just needed to let it out.
Allah had made our meeting yesterday after 2 years a very good one. I'm sure he felt good too. Both of us, me and him, were in a very good position. He was with his gal and in laws , and I was with hubby ( the man I chose ) and our baby, my little pride and joy.
It could have been worse. I could have been alone, that would have been even more awkward or embarrassing.
It couldn't have been a better timing. Little Habib in a new pram and looking all clean and cute.
Its a blessing and I must be thankful that I married my hubby instead of him. I love my family and he has no room in my heart at all, since he is everything in her heart and hubby is everything in mine.