He SmiELs...

He smiles and standing opposite to the seaside resort on a rainy day. Teluk Kemang eight miles from Port Dickson town, is a very popular holiday spot. The beach is covered with lovely white sand and the sea is usually calm and inviting here. Furthermore the water's edge does not change appreciably during low and high tides. So, a bather does not have to wade far to get to a decent depth.

Comes Sundays and holidays, the beach is packed to capacity. This Sunday is no different. When i arrived by car with 'him'. He have to hunt high and low for a parking space. After some times he find one a few hundred metres from the beach. We do not complain for we are lucky to find one. In double -quick time we are in the sea , swimming to and fro and generally having a good time. From the water i can see throngs of people on the beach. Some are standing , some are sitting, while rest are walking leisurely around. Some children are making sand- castles and a couple of white bodies are spread out on the beach, presumably sun- bathing. Too bad for them, the sun is hidden behind black clouds.

Black clouds! The thought suddenly occurs to me that it is going to rain. As if it direct response to my thoughts, the rain comes, thick and furious. I can feel the sting of the raindrops falling on my shoulders. He is standing very closer to me and smiles to me. I smiles back without saying a word. The sea seems to boil under the bathers, including me, crouching down as low as we can get into the water to avoid the painful drops.

Through the blurring rain, i see people on the beach rushing madly for shelter. Most of the holiday- makers who come here are in their best Sunday clothes. They have no intention of swimming. These people are mainly harried city workers who come here to join the happy Sunday atmosphere. His face turn to no angry because not enough time to spend on beach.

Eventually i can feel the waves becoming larger and the wind stronger. In a few minutes swimming becomes huge and angry and the wind begins to get cold. He holds my hands and bring me out of the sea safely.

Emerging from the warm sea into the cold driving rain is like steeping from a warm bed into refrigerator. We shiver uncontrollably. So we run to the car. It is so wonderful to be inside the warm car but what a mess we make inside the car.

When he start the engine to move off, i can see buses and cars leaving the beach. It seems like these people have decided to go home too. Judging from the intensity of the storm, i reckon it will carry on for a few hours. There is no point hanging around. Still there are many stubborn holiday -makers braving the pouring rain, waiting for the rain to go away till the seaside becomes cheery and sunny once again...