The Malay word “Sayang” has no equivalent word in English. As far as I know it is affection, love, sorrow and pride all at the same time. Kind of like being happy and sad at the same moment. 
In saying goodbye to some one dear you may feel sayang. Happy to know and love them, sad that you will never see them again. It is exactly sayang that I felt meeting Dix and Jane in Joshua tree. First amused by their number plate that read “whew” - I asked Dix about it and he said “retirement..” Dix then proceeded to get a wheelchair out of the back of his car and gently wheel his wife Jane through the winding paths between the cacti. As we spoke I learned that they’d taken a month to come and visit Joshua tree together. When I offered to take their photo Jane got up out of her wheelchair and they stood proudly and tenderly before me. Sometimes you don’t need ask to know the full story, the weight of the emotion and particular words used in someone’s speech say enough. We parted ways, I took a photo of the wheelchair tracks they left behind in the sand and my heart was filled with sayang. Happy to have briefly known and loved Dix, Jane, and their story, sad that I’ll never see them again. I feel so proud and privileged to have been part of that moment with these two amazing people and as sad as their story was alluded to be, you can really feel their love for each other giving them the strength to carry on. “Whew”