My Ayang is home......*wink, wink *(blushing)
At last....he's home. I just fell asleep when I heard the phone rang and it was him calling me to unlock the gate. . When I looked up the clock it was quarter past two in the morning. It did took me a while before I could reach the gate and unlock the padlock since I had to change my sleeping attire....too sexy to be outside (eh, seksi ker I nie?)....hehehe...eventhough it was still dark. Fazmi sent him home. Thank you Fazmi for safely driving my beloved Ayang home..here's a packet of keropok for you. Ngeh..ngeh..ngeh... We talked....until we heard the Azan Subuh....and we slept after the prayer. There were so much to tell...so many things to talk about....and so many boxes to be "treasured"...hehehe...actually there were only two boxes. Apart of his dirty clothes...Ma kirim some keropok and frozen char kuey (it's a must!) . Ayang did buy me a batik sarong , eventhough I'm not a batik sarong lover which he knows. There were also some stuffs that his friend...