The Ring

Sunday 20th May 2007

Azim has lost his Bulgari wedding ring. It looks a bit like this...



...well, with more food bits, dirt and grime stuck in the ring's crevices, I'm sure.

Okay..I concede... not really lost. What really happened was, a few months ago, he took it off and put it on our caRR's dashboard to wash his beloved four-wheeler and watched in horror as gravity did its little thang, pulled the ring downwards the slightly sloping surface of the dashboard and neatly depositing it in that little Range Rover vortex between the engine and the airconditioning vents. When questioned why he just had to place his ring there, his reply was:-

"I always put there when I'm washing the Murano last time! It never masok macam gitu!"

Honey, Murano and Range Rover. Range Rover and Murano. Lain kereta, lain cerita.

No amount of wire-hangers-twisted-out-of-shape and lidi satays could get my husband back his ring so we went to the Range Rover workshop and regaled the RR agents with our little predicament. After wiping the tears from his eyes and the mirth from his mouth, one of them told us that it would cost quite a bit to take the caRR apart to retrieve the ring. How much, asked the husband gamely, all valiant and ready to spend lurid amounts of money to get back his wedding ring.

"Four thousand dirhams, sir. And that is without the labour charge," said the still-amused Indian guy, stifling another giggle attack.

Oh. Then nevermind. Thanks. We left the workshop with my husband still ringless and almost wife-less.

Actually, since I am not one to nag and also one who has been guilty before of losing valuable jewellery (my grandmother's antique diamond bracelet and my mother's diamond necklace can be counted in my list of lost frosts), I refrained from being too upset and needlessly wordy with him about his carelessness. In truth, I was silently triumphant that Azim was, for once, more careless than I am -loss of gorgeous Bulgari wedding ring, selected with love and exchanged with significance, notwithstanding. See, I do take my victories where I find them, however small. :)

And victory was sweet while it lasted.

And it lasted till last week. When I found out that I cannot find my ring, which looks a bit like this...



....but of course, with more food bits, dirt and grime stuck in the ring's crevices.

When I backtracked, I realized the last time I saw it was when I took it off and put it into my jeans pocket to moisturize my hands, while I was sitting in the caRR with Azim driving. And I got distracted by something on the road (probably the gorgeous new Lincoln MKX!), which made me forget to put my ring back on.

And I remembered that I took my jeans off when I got home and flung it on the floor so that I can rush into the toilet to pee. I'm sure, in the whole flying-jeans episode, gravity (again!!) did its little thang, sucked my ring out of its little hiding place in my jeans and rolled it neatly into another vortex. This time, with a Phatt Bastard -who likes little round things- out, about, sniffing and hiding round things...I know I'd never find my wedding ring.

So there. Now both of us are ringless but yes, very much still in love and all, thanks! Still, I don't know of any other couple who lost their wedding rings within only two years of halalhood. Honey, does this call for marriage counselling? Or perhaps wedding ring tattoos? Or me wearing a vial of the your blood around my neck ala Angelina Coli? I meant to spell it like that, by the way. Coli, not Jolie.I think she's just a walking coli, a bra filled to the brim, with her massive boobs fixed on her slender frame. I like.

Back to story. Away from lesbian tendency.

We're now in search of a new pair of wedding rings. We wanted to get exact replacements but we forgot that the Bulgari in Dubai would need to send in a special order for us, which would take up to two months (and we don't have that kinda time...we is busy couple can?). We thought it was because the b.zero1 was an old range but even the gorgeous new Parentasi selection needed a month for special orders to come in. Simply because they didn't have stock in Dubai in our ring sizes. And I will only buy my bling in Dubai and not elsewhere...why? Because it is cheaper here. Tried and tested. At least a few hundred dollars tau...don't play-play....a hundred bucks can get you many other things!

But Bulgari is now out of the picture since we really want to get our rings as soon as possible. And yes, I do NEED a wedding ring. I feel so incomplete wearing just my engagement ring on the ring finger of my left hand. I need two rings on that finger and my husband needs a ring on his left-hand's ring finger....takleh action single lama-lama, hokay Honey?

Tiffany. Cartier. Damiani. Damas. Only white gold. Preferably with diamonds for me. Satu ke dua batu kecik pon cukop!

And the hunt is on.



PS: For those who are wondering about my previous post....fret not. I'll shed some, if not all, light on the situation soon enough, once everything is confirmed and complete. And no, in essence, it is not a bad thing at all. I'm just a sentimental fool, I am. :)