Chapter 39 - All Night

Part 1.

I stood there for a few seconds…..felt kind of odd for a moment and I don’t know why? What just hit me?  The song? The lyrics? Is it purposely directed to me? Atau aku saja yang perasan lebih?

I snapped out after some one bumped into my shoulder and walked over to the buffet table to get something to eat. I caught a glimpse of Iddin surrounded by female employees. They were all over him. I smiled and have a funny feeling that I could be jealous of his new found fame. I took my food and sat back at the table.

“Did you see the new architect? He surely can sing.”, Mom said.

“Yes mom, I did and he’s over at the buffet table surrounded by female employees…”, aku menjawab selamba.

“Tika knows him way back in her collage years. They dated for a while…”, Hans menyampuk.

“Hans…!", I was not happy by Hans response.

“Oh really? Did you know he could sing that well?”, Mom asked innocently.

“Nope, didn't know he could sing. Anyway it was a brief relationship.....”, I replied. Thanks a lot Hans!

Dad came over and asked Mom to dance with him. “Well guys, my knight and shinning amour is here…..we're going to boogie all night......by the way,...don't wait up for us....”, she gave a wink and stepped on to the dance floor.

Then I turned to look at Hans, “Thanks Hans for sharing my ancient love life with Mom.”

“I am sorry if I offended you but I didn’t think you would mind. After all it was in the past right?”.  Hans sounded apologetic. But I don’t feel comfortable with his response.

Hans stood up and said,“I hate to leave you alone here but I am just going to mingle around for a bit and if you are tired just relax here or you can rest in the cabin, okay?”.

So I sat there.....I smiled when being greeted. I saw Hans so engulfed in a conversation with two elderly gentleman. Mom and Dad swing on the dance floor. Iddin? Where's Iddin?"

Yup, I looked like an idiot sitting alone and munching on the carrot cake when suddenly, “Hi, seorang saja ke, mana buah hati you......can I join you?”, I looked up and it was Iddin. Speak of the devil....I just shrugged my shoulders.

Iddin sat next to me and he nudged my elbow. “So what did I do now? You're mad at me.”, Iddin asked.

"Well maybe you can enlightened me a bit here.........", I said.

"About what? If I knew what I did.......", Iddin answered.

I turned to my right side and now facing him directly. "I don't quiet understand why you brush me off earlier this evening when I asked where's your wife. You were rude and walked off....". I demanded an explanation and turn to my dessert on the table and took another spoon full of the carrot cake.

He sat there quietly and I can sense that he was staring at me. Then he said, "I like it when you're mad. That voice makes my heart beat faster. "

"Shut up Iddin. I thought we decided that no more of this flirting. Ever since you came back into my life, kucar kacir hidup I. Please, I just want to move on. Can we be best of friends and put aside this revenge thing you have against me." aku jelaskan pada Iddin.

Iddin kept quiet again. That should shut him up.

"My,...my,.....at that rate you're eating now, cepat la naik berat badan you....", and he opened up his mouth again.

"I am eating for two now....sibuk!", I replied and took another spoon full.

"There's no such thing as eating for two person.....itu cakap orang dulu-dulu, tak boleh apply in modern days" he explained and looked around him. Mana buah hati you?"

"Whatever.......and you tak answer my question.", I replied sarcastically.

Suddenly Iddin pulled my hand, “You akan tahu jawapannya nanti.....…..come follow me….don’t ask more”, he said.

Part 2.

Next thing I knew, Iddin guided me across the dance floor. He kept his eyes on me, yet still, he knew exactly where to take me. Every moment, every angle seemed to be planned in advanced. Nothing felt forced; I literally thought I was floating.

Then he put his right hand on my left hip side, and his left hand gently grasp my right hand and hold it up at about shoulder-level. The music began to play. It was a romantic song from Keith Washington. 

Credit to neofunkyman1 and You Tube

With that, I knew. He need not say more. We turned, dipped within the beats, we moved with every muscle of our bodies. My heart, my whole being was now his and his alone on the dance floor. He allowed me to lead to feel exactly where he is and what he is doing. I adapt quickly to changes in direction, allowing his lead to take command, and trusting him explicitly with my safety and well-being on the dance floor. I savor the movements, taking the time to complete each one before moving on to the next.

“Iddin,” I whispered, “everyone is looking at us.”

He squeezed my hand slightly and smiled. “Really,” he chuckled softly, “I haven’t notice. And if I haven't told you earlier, you look cute tonight and very much reminded me of...... Cheryl Cole…..”.

I smiled and feel embarrassed at the same time by his compliments. “You look not so bad either….”, I said.

"By the way I didn't know you could sing very well...and I must say it was a very interesting choice of song", I asked.

He laughed and replied, "Bakat terpendamlah katakan..........Hmmm interesting choice ya....? Tak da lah. Kenapa? You terasa ke?".

"Should I?", I asked. Iddin just shrugged his shoulders but his smile sends a different message.

We laughed and spin and the feeling was just like what we experienced at Music on the Rocks.There's chemistry.

When the song ended the audiences’ applause filled our ears. I couldn’t help but smile at him. In that very hour I wondered why I didn’t see it before. In my eyes, and because of that dance, I can see how perfect he truly is.

We went back to the main table to catch our breath before a flock of female staff came strolling towards us, well towards Iddin to be specific...

"Iddin, your fans are here and they want your autograph...", I smiled and giggled. Iddin looked behind and fair enough two of them were pushing one another to go forward.

"Iddin I pergi dulu la ya.....orang mengandung ni cepat penat....and thank you for the dance. I enjoyed it very much. I think when it comes to dancing, we have a good coloration and rhythm. I like dancing with you. Well, good-nite and don't the bed bugs bite you. ", I laughed and left him there.

I walked back to the cabin.

Part 3.

I was surprised to see Hans sitting on the balcony. "Hi Babe......tired? You still got the grooves tonight?"

I kissed Hans on his cheek. "When did I ever lose it? A little tired but I am fine. Eh, you perli I ke?" I sat next to him. "And why are you sitting here all alone? You should be out there entertaining your employees and guests."

"You and Fazidin.....all okay?" and of course I was expecting that from Hans sooner or later.......

I cupped my palms on his face and turn to face me, "Semua okay dah. There are times he still tries to intimidate me but nothing I can't handled. But when we dance we have chemistry.", sambil menjelirkan lidah. I let go of his face.

"Ye la tu...jangan lebih-lebih sudah. (he pointed two fingers to his eyes and then to my eyes a few times as though he was saying, I'm watching you...) Jangan sampai I patahkan kaki diaaaaa..... And another thing, you tu pregnant. Be careful sikit." Hans explained and that showed how much he care for my well being.

"I know and thank you for the reminder. Tak payah patahkan kaki anak orang, I sendiri pun boleh buat kalau I nak. I ada black belt.", I replied.

"Alright (he pinched my nose).....I've said what I wanted to say, let's go back to the party. Are you up to it?"Hans asked.

I took his arm, "Yeah, I like to see Dayang Nurfaizah in person....". We stood up and hugged tightly. And hand in hand we walked back to the party.

The party went on until midnight and later a few of them resume to the karaoke room. I told Hans that I would like to go back to the cabin. He wanted to walk me back but I told him, "I just wanna walk by myself."

I reached the cabin and my cellphone beeped.....it was a whatsapp message.....

👻IDDIN
.>You think I could dance like I did with you tonight if my wife were here with me?<

Need I say more?