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I have never been this busy lately. I no more able to support my two hands, two shoulders and I might say, I am physically and mentally tired. But never across my mind that I regretted the decision that I had made – married at earlier age. Never!!

I can clearly recall the day when I become Mrs, clad with white lace, I tighly hold mama's hand waited anxiously for kadi to pronounce "Sah, sah". I heard big applauses from the guests, hubby was totally relieves, me myself, I was still in cloud nine. I am no longer under my parent guidance but bigger responsibility is jumping towards me.

FYI, I was unemployed upon that time and honestly I am blessed to have that precious time to swim in understanding the meaning of living together. We had made decision not to stay with my parents but to rent a small house in the heart of the city. "Heart of the city", yeah, that was the price we had to pay to live in this metropolitan area.

We both struggled for a better living even though we had to put highly dependent on credit cards. But one thing, hubby told me, for whatever reason, never charge F&B to our credit cards. We happily created our own world, sometimes we did laughed, we did quarreled, yes we did experienced bittersweet financially breakdown.

But Allah will always have better plan for us. I was pregnant after a month I was employed. A month after I have my very own salary. And from the day I knew I was pregnant, rezeki will always there to help us.

Muhammad Emir Rasyid.. the name that has changed my entire life. He was born on 29 June 2006 and from that date, I never stopped working to serve the best for him. We may not afford to buy him the best that other parents give for their children, but we were there to shower him the rest of our love.

Yeah, for the past few months, I have sleepless night, enough to create small ball under my eyes. I totally forgot to dress up and telling you the truth I missed cyber world too. I understand that mother is not forgetful, but we are too tide up with our routine until we overlook the less importance matter. I am grateful that hubby never complaint about my "new" look and new job. And him, on the other side, working is his middle name.

And its all for our little Emir. Because of his sweet little smile, he really rocks our world. And to that, I am blessed that at the age of 24, I already have Emran as my hubby and Emir as my son.

p/s tak leh nak upload gambar sebab si Emran asyik conquer laptop