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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