The retired drama queen…

When I started dating Azman I was 19 years old. When we went out for eating, the waiters sometimes addressed me as Kak out of courtesy and respect and I used to  like playing annoyed with such salutation.
Last week we had McD and the teeny weeny cashier girl asked

‘Kak, would you like to have a sundae with that?’
I declined politely and when the girl turned around, Azman gave me a teasing smirk
‘aren’t you gonna tell her not to call you Kak? Hehehe’

I told Azman lets not fret that I indeed qualified to be called Kak by her; she was just a mere school leaver.

But really, he made me realize that I had forgotten to be irritated when labeled an older chic. How in the world can I forgot to be annoyed at that?

Diyana going through her daily life without getting aggravated at something is like PakDollah going through his routine without attending glamorous star-studded parties and events – not right!!

The thought that I have subconsciously submitted to be called Kakak is dispensing a melancholic feeling inside my gut. Does this mean that I have blended naturally into the world of akak-akak? Haven’t my daily replacing of Plankton in his duet with Spongebob in The FUN Song preserved my conceit of never to be called kakak by anybody over PMR-taking age?

I am aware that the transition from a spunky youth to a mature woman is something unnatural to avoid but the fact that I am okay about people calling me kak is definitely not ok. Just what happened to my conscience? I hope it will stop being so freaking calm and start making me agitated again…

I just don’t wanna end up aging gracefully! Please…who would want that?

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