There was a visit that seems to be unforgettable to me until now. It was a 10-minute-car distance from home, my parents and I arrived at a house. I thought I have seen that house before. I used to passing by that house almost everyday when I was small. So yes, I stopped at that house for the first time.
The door was opened, a tall and thin woman smiled and welcomed my parents and I. A cute little girl stood beside her. We stepped into the house. The living room was incredibly nice. I guessed this woman really loved vintage. I love that style too. She welcomed my parents and I to have a sit. A few minutes later, I tend to stand up and had a look around the living room. There were many picture frames hanging on the wall. I took a quick glance at them. There was a picture of that woman and her two children.
"The one in red is my son," the woman broke the silence and smiled. "Well, he likes to wear sunglasses, even at home just to be vain," she added. I smiled cheekily as I thought that sounded funny. The little girl stood on the stairs and shouted, "Abang, do not just stay in your room for the whole day. Come down from there!" She looked younger than 7. "Just a minute," a manly voice replied from upstairs.
A tall and handsome guy came down the stairs. I dropped my jaw, it was very surprising that he was the guy that I had a big crush on when I was 9. He was shocked to see me too. "Annisa?" he said my name. It was good that he still remembered me. "You know each other?" her mom, Mrs Hajar asked. That guy, Zamri answered, "Yes, we have known each other since we were 9." "That is awesome! Well Annisa, the food is ready. Why do not you go to sit at the dining table," said Mrs Hajar. "Auntie, Uncle, come and have lunch with us," said Zamri to my parents with a smile.
I was enjoying my meal as I was hungry too. The food was extremely delicious. There was a long conversation going on between my parents and Mrs Hajar. Zamri and I were not talking at all. "So Zamri is your name?" dad asked suddenly. Zamri smiled and nodded. He was still a shy guy like when we were small. 20 minutes later, on the way back home, dad said, "Annisa, I have something to tell you." He added, "I am going to marry Auntie Hajar soon. Mom already gave me the permission." My heart stopped for a while but I was still quiet at the back seat. My dad added, "For your information, Auntie Hajar just got a divorce with Zamri's dad. She does not have a really good job to support her family. Anyway, she and I are working at the same place and I just found out her current status." "Do not worried, girl. I am fine with that," said mom. I bursted into tears because I could not imagine if I have a stepmother.
Two years have passed, I am already fine to have this big family. I know my dad actually loves both of his wives. Now Zamri is outside playing badminton with my brother. That cute little girl, Asha is with my mom in the kitchen. I can also hear my newborn brother crying. Today they are visiting my mom, brother and I.
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