Coffee

Hubby has always and forever been a coffee addict. he loves coffee very much, and without coffee, he can't have a good day.

if he hasn't had his coffee or if he drink it less than usual, he's so easy of throwing his tantrum all around. that's how bad his addiction is towards caffeine.

he knows which coffee tastes nice, or which one tastes just so-so or which is unexceptable.

at home, he'll continuously ask me to make coffee for him and it irritates me a lot especially when im on something important or doing something that i like. it's totally a cut-off whenever he forced me to get my ass up from the sofa, and make coffee for him. until one day..

hubby : baby, coffee please.
me : im downloading something here, wait.
(after 5 mins..)
hubby: baby, i want coffee.
me : wait la. im busy right? can you wait? plus, coffee finished already. so no coffee for you. go bungkus nescafe ice from the mamak opposite there.
hubby : no. come let's go to carrefour and get my coffee. hurry.
me : it's almost 9. maner sempat. *sulking*
hubby : just come la.

so we went to Carrefour to get his bloody coffee and there were a lot if people queueing up to pay. and we had to queue up just for a packet of coffee. back at home..

me : i dont understand why you always irritate and disturb me. you can't see me free without any work right?

i was kinda pissed for his continuous irritation for his coffee, and kept on babbling in the kitchen while mixing his coffee when he came into the kitchen and look at me..

hubby: because the only coffee i love is the one you made for me. (smiling, he gave a kiss on my forehead.)

i was like .......................... totally blur. and felt like a bitch. terribly.

now, im glad whenever he asks me to make coffee for him. as long as he asks from me, i know that he still loves what i make or do for him.