A few hours into being a husband to a woman called Wan Yah, you wonder if you are doing the right thing; now that the person you wish to meet in heaven has been brought to you live in a nice dark purple baju kurung with a matching lilac tudung that make her look so pretty you'd hear yourself think that you have indeed, just died and about to enter heaven.

You look a little further to the right side of the house, to a corner where a group of four girls are sitting pretty on the floor with a two year old baby in a nice dress going about asking about a grandmother. It dawned on you that the grandmother that baby is looking for is now sitting pretty next to you in a dark purple baju kurung with a matching tudung, smiling and looking so pretty that you hear yourself think, it would be nice to be in Damascus this time of year to eat as many as 4 nice peaches before coffee.

But you are not going anywhere fast because you've gotta be in this here town for a couple of days because she has drawn up a tight schedule folks she wants you to meet because these folks gotta know that Wan Yah has got a husband called Bergen.

You behave different. And you think different because you are now as married a guy can be as iPhone 4S with all the apps you can think of under the cloudy sky of a town in the North of the country called Sungai Bakap.