She was a first class graduate, paid of her study loans and married her college sweetheart.
She was working with a renown IT Company, coding, writing, managing projects for a bit. She was really good at what she did, though the long hours and weekend working slug, the usual stress is there but overall she's okay with it.
He was doing well as well, the corporate world loves him as she had always expected. Smart, well dressed, assertive, emanating leadership values, all those mumbo jumbo fancy terms you hear or read in motivational books.
Then she got pregnant.
She was ecstatic, he was ecstatic.
Maybe it was motherhood instinct, maybe it was because he was doing so well, whatever it was she decided to stay home, nurturing and raising her little children, Nuraina 2.0 as she sees it.
I'll learn how to bake, maybe I'll sell cupcakes online, bake Tiramisus and sell baby clothes through blogs and such.
Her Tiramisus are too sweet, her cupcakes looks horrid...
Now she's with two kids,
and he is getting busier by the day, flying off to some outstation assignment.
Driving in her sedan, picking up Suhaila from school, dropping Uzail at some overpriced fancy islamic kindergarten.
Posting pictures of kids, babies and cookies on Facebook.
Listen about rants by other young mothers, latest hijab fashion, they call it hijab these days, watching Ustazah Bahiyyah on TV or listening to Fazillah Kamsah telling her how to be happy.
Cheerful mom eh?
Happiness is this? Well partly it's this.
Once Suhaila and Uzail are tucked in, or whether Aiman is asleep or outstation, it is then when she slids out the XPS.
Mackbooks are for cookies, pictures and social thingiess... To look at cute things or baby crap.
XPS.... Well XPS is for me.
Logs into her VPN, then once she feels safe, logs into the chatroom...
<Lady77Medusa> Wassup boys <Lady77Medusa> Miss me? <0r10nstar> You're late! <0r10nstar> Bloody hell this isn't an 8th grade dating where the chick is supposed to be casually late. <Lady77Medusa> Sorry boys, was busy jerking off to a LMFAO video clip kinky.... <**aster1sk**> well at least you're not jerking off to a bieber clip LOL <Lady77Medusa>; sorry yo, I'm no lesbian, don't jerk off watching a girl sing :P <0r10nstar> okay enough with the chatter we got shit to do <0r10nstar> you all behind VPNs? <**aster1sk**> roger that <Lady77Medusa> as far as my IP add is concerned, I'm a hooker from Amsterdam ready and waiting set sail and good to go <**aster1sk**> where's zergling? <0r10nstar> he's out from this gig <0r10nstar> says he has some real life shit to take care of <0r10nstar> anyway i'll be taking his part for now, as for the rest make sure you're encrypted all the time. <0r10nstar> GMT 0000 we'll hit the fan, as we planned, for glory, for revolution, for the future! <Lady77Medusa> Viva la resistance!
Cupcakes? Puddings was never her thing, PHP.... Now we're talking....
As the wind blows through the opened sliding door, caressing through the walls and waltzing around the hall, like a perfect dancing partner a sweet tingling sensation of the violin caresses the ambience...
Hamzah Dolmat and Keroncong, sadly in the days where music is judged by what is seen rather than what is heard, this legendary Malay violinist shall never be known except by the obscure few who insists on listening to songs serenaded by those who are long gone.
As he sits on that black leathered sofa, a rather muscular feature that stands out in this soothing surrounding, he lights his pipe...
"You do realise that thing can kill you..."
With his eyes duly concentrated in making sure that he gets an even burn on the tobacco....
"My answer to this rather incovinient fact that you just mentioned is just as same as my concern towards your marital status..."