What was supposed to be a holiday for us Mummy and Babah to take the kids out for the obligatory school holiday trip (trip apa… just to KLCC) turned out to be a sick day for us.
Sunday the house was filled with relatives, which I absolutely love. My Uncle Mat called at 9 pm on Saturday to say that he and family are praying at Masjid Shah Alam and asked for the direction to the house.
We were in Kelana Jaya, at the till paying for dinner so asked Uncle Mat to stay put. Fetched them and started making sleeping arrangements. Malam when all the lights were off, I walked throughout the house relishing in the fact that the blue room was occupied by Maksu and family, the pink room by Uncle Mat’s, Uncle Mat himself was sleeping in front of the telly upstairs. Only the actual guest room downstairs was empty. Ha ha.
Pagi-pagi after sending Abang to his tennis class, went to Cili Merah to buy breakfast. Ian called to say that he is coming. So breakfast was a lively affair, at our rarely used dining table.
Uncle Mat left for KL around 11, Maksu went off to Bangi soon after. Mum came over with Kari Ikan, her famous Ikan Masak Kicap and other lauks to compliment the very plain rice.
We ate and be merry again. Mum went home and we settled for a long chat with Ian when Babah complained of feeling unwell. He baring on the carpet but continued talking to Ian.
By 8, tummies started grumbling all around and so we went to look for food. Ian belanja. Thanks.. ha ha.. When we got home, Ian stayed for awhile but left when he saw Babah looked less than peachy.
Monday, I woke up with a migraine and Babah feeling worse for wear. Okay, DEMC jawabnya. Punya lah ramai, rasa kematu pungkok dok tunggu. At one point we ran away when a girl with spots all over her body sat next to us. Ha ha… Measles tuh.
“Adik, don’t think we can go to KLCC today..”
“Ohh.. it’s okay. Sebab Abah demam kan ?” She said, good naturedly.
Went home and Babah crashed on the tilam in front of the telly upstairs. I slept off my migraine on the day bed next to him.
Budak-budak ? Main lah on their own, doing their own things. Kesian. Pity the kids for staying home all cuti.
Sunday the house was filled with relatives, which I absolutely love. My Uncle Mat called at 9 pm on Saturday to say that he and family are praying at Masjid Shah Alam and asked for the direction to the house.
We were in Kelana Jaya, at the till paying for dinner so asked Uncle Mat to stay put. Fetched them and started making sleeping arrangements. Malam when all the lights were off, I walked throughout the house relishing in the fact that the blue room was occupied by Maksu and family, the pink room by Uncle Mat’s, Uncle Mat himself was sleeping in front of the telly upstairs. Only the actual guest room downstairs was empty. Ha ha.
Pagi-pagi after sending Abang to his tennis class, went to Cili Merah to buy breakfast. Ian called to say that he is coming. So breakfast was a lively affair, at our rarely used dining table.
Uncle Mat left for KL around 11, Maksu went off to Bangi soon after. Mum came over with Kari Ikan, her famous Ikan Masak Kicap and other lauks to compliment the very plain rice.
We ate and be merry again. Mum went home and we settled for a long chat with Ian when Babah complained of feeling unwell. He baring on the carpet but continued talking to Ian.
By 8, tummies started grumbling all around and so we went to look for food. Ian belanja. Thanks.. ha ha.. When we got home, Ian stayed for awhile but left when he saw Babah looked less than peachy.
Monday, I woke up with a migraine and Babah feeling worse for wear. Okay, DEMC jawabnya. Punya lah ramai, rasa kematu pungkok dok tunggu. At one point we ran away when a girl with spots all over her body sat next to us. Ha ha… Measles tuh.
“Adik, don’t think we can go to KLCC today..”
“Ohh.. it’s okay. Sebab Abah demam kan ?” She said, good naturedly.
Went home and Babah crashed on the tilam in front of the telly upstairs. I slept off my migraine on the day bed next to him.
Budak-budak ? Main lah on their own, doing their own things. Kesian. Pity the kids for staying home all cuti.
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What happen to my comments? How come not published yet? My comments no good, ah?
Dear Hai5... I am so sorry but I did not get any comments from you apart from this one..
Maybe you want to write it again ?
Ooo... really aa? I see... must be the haze lor. Never mind, next time la ya?
Probably... Ha ha...
Okay then... Take care..
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