it is then we get into the car and drove over parking ticket machine to pay the ticket.
Then, whilst my girl friend on the queue to pay for it, my mum pop out this question to me.
What stuff that this outlet selling?, she asked.
Coffee, expensive coffee, RM10+ for a cup of coffee, I said.
Oh, I remember your dad brought me before to the same shop, bought the coffee, but not here, it is at Hokkien association there, she continued.
I was kind of shock, that why dad will bought that as he is someone who kind of particular with money. I mean, he don't simply spent money.
This thought wandered off soon, it is love, his way of showing love to my mum.
I can feel what he was doing, just somehow.
It reminds me that how he treated me after each time I've scolded badly by him -
I got a really good meal afterward.
And obviously, he is the one who bought.
I can imagine how he bought the coffee,
passed it to my mummy,
as though back to the time they dated as a couple though I don't even know where was I at that moment.
It was ice-blended, mother told me.
Foods and drinks are some of his way of showing love.
It is not the costs that matter, but the willingness to share.
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