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1.This is a work of fiction...so any names and places used in the story has no real relation or what so ever.
2.This is a work of sexual elements and mostly fantasies..so safe sex is advisable.
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PROLOGUE The A250 roared out of the tunnel on the North South Highway. The road ahead was a steep corner downward hill. The early morning mist still engulfed the mountain road. The instrument screen indicated 150 kmph as the A250 enter the apex of the corner. There was no car on both lanes ahead. Holding the paddle shift on the steering, the car jerk slight as sixth gear reduce to fifth gear. The car swung superiorly steady with high speed passing the steep corner and exited the corner with 168kmph to the apex of second corner. Thanks to the AMG 20' rim with Potenza S007 and the AMG/Brabus tuned suspension system, not a single brake was pressed on the AMG ceramic disc. The A250 drove toward the town of Kuala Kangsar. CHAPTER ONE Today is the last day of fasting for the month of Ramadan. I had reached Kuala Kangsar town and passed the Perak River to Sayong. The traffic was heavy in the town as tomorrow will be Hari Raya Puasa; my car has finally reached my mother-in-law's house. The gate of the single storey bungalow was opened.
The house was fenced with white bricks and has a large compound. It was a typical Malay village brick house and was built next to the Perak River. The backyard of the house has a view overlooking at the river, but due to the geography of land, the river is inaccessible from the house.
I parked my A250 near the rambutan tree in front of the house. The tree was planted by my father-in-law many years ago and underneath it was a wooden platform for picnic retreat.
As I came out of the car, a Malay lady in her golden satin baju kurung with her matching dark brown hijab stood at the main door. She was my so called mother-in-law and recently has reached the age fifty but still looked stunningly like a lady in her early forties.
She smiled and asked "Morning, how is the highway traffic?"
"It was ok, since I took off from KL at 5am."
I opened my car booth and took out two hampers from the car. It was an L'occitane hamper and a BIG Grocer hamper which I usually bought during the festive season.
"Why buy so many things, actually you don't have to be with me during this raya."
"It is okay, ma. It is holidays and I am happy to be here."
I placed the two hampers on the coffee table and walked back out. I still need to carry my luggage out from the car. Aisha, my mother-in-law was still holding the door for me as I carried my luggage into the house.
"Are you hungry? I can cook something for you since I need to prepare for buka puasa tonight?"
"No need, ma. I am fasting..." I replied.
She closed the door and said "Fasting? ...there is not an obligation for you since you are Chinese."
"It is okay, ma. Just for these couple of days only."
The house was very quiet, since this year my mother-in-law and I were the only one who going to celebrate raya. It was not like this before, during the past two years the house was full of excitements. I have been celebrating the festive season with my girl friend and soon to be wife, Aini and her family here.
However, everything had changed since eight months ago. Aini and her father were attending my brother-in-law convocation in Terengganu for a few days. Since Aisha was not feeling well so she stayed at home. After the whole ceremony, they drove back to Kuala Kangsar and it was then they met with an accident. Their car was squashed by a 10 wheelers lorry and none of them survived.
The incident has devastated both of us and only recently we had managed to resume back to our normal lives.
"You can put your luggage in Aini's room."
"Ok," I nodded and went into Aini's room.
The room has not been touched for eight months already. We were supposed to marry soon but due to the incident, I have not even converted to Islam or even apply for marriage. Anyhow, I had presumed myself as a family member and Aisha as my mother-in-law.
The smell of cooking started to fill the room as I opened the door. Aisha was in the kitchen cooking and preparing for tonight dinner.
"Ma... can I help?"
"You better have some rest since you have driven for hours."
"I am ok..."
"Then, please get me some bowls from the cabinet."
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The sound of prayers from the nearby mosque has filled the evening.