As I lay sickly stricken on my side of the bed with vicks in one hand and crumpled tissues in another, I playfully, nothing to do-ly, teasingly asked my much better half a question. He was sitting at the edge of the bed folding some clothes whilst trying his best to be ready to match my silly question with his equally silly answer.
"Chami, if there would be a song that you could ask me not to sing or dedicate to you, what would it be?"
I was already humming to several slow number tunes, the same ones I have always carried, every time I feel sombre and under the weather. He was on the other hand tapping to his own Dream Theater beat imagining he was Mike Portnoy, drumming and hitting nothingness in the air.
Our music preferences are of langit and bumi and we are constantly fighting for music space in the car, on the computer, even in our own heads. He loathes the type of music I listen to and I just can't bear the thundering, volcanic beats of his choice.
He was almost finished with the clothes by the time he decided to answer me, and knowing him, I expected a list of songs instead of him naming just one.
He heaved a few sighs and chuckles as he claimed there were too many. I reminded him again "One song jer k, tak leh byk2, satu jer."
"...Ala" He protested but continued with a clever answer...
"Anything from Air Supply!" and before I could say anything he concluded his choice with "...and that song you always sing...killing me softly with his song tu...man you are really killing me with that song!"
I said "...hey, that's my favourite song!!!!!!!!" and of course I just had to sing it ever so loudly the moment he mentioned it, sajer je out of geram ha ha ha.
But since he has helped me lipat the kain and all, I had to respect his wishes and not sing him the song in full, just the chorus tee hee hee.
The dark clouds have yet to uncover me, I am still gurgling in this cold but alhamdulillah I am recovering slowly. In the meantime, need to prepare for my class this Sunday and think of some more silly questions to ask my much better half.
Till then I leave you with this "Blast" I wake up to every morning. He is my blast of life, noisy, very, but still mine to share with the kids, insyaAllah.
Killing Me Softly With HisSong - Roberta Flack