Mummy pegi Kuching

Mummy : Abang, I am going away on a trip okay ?

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Abang : What does that mean ?

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Mummy : I am going on a plane to somewhere else..

( he was reading when I started this conversation but sat straight immediately when I mentioned aeroplane )

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Abang: Where are you going Mummy ?

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Mummy : Kuching.

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Abang : Kucing ? ( and let out this huge collossal laugh )

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Mummy : It is a real place you know ...

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Abang : Where is it ?

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Mummy : Malaysia jugak...

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Abang : Very far from Shah Alam ? Is it near Subang ?

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Mummy : Abang, Jakarta is nearer to Kuching...

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Abang : That is far Mummy ! Do you have to sleep there ?

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Mummy : Yes, I will go tomorrow and come back on Friday.

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Abang : ( Counting Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday ) You will be sleeping there 4 times Mummy !!

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Mummy : No... 3 times. Friday morning I will be back.

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Abang : Mummy sapa nak tidur dengan Abang.... ( okay malas nak tulis further because it turned into an argument )

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Babah called me every night and on Wednesday night when I asked for Abang, he was already asleep.

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Mummy : Hello my little hunny bunny ...

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Adik: Mummy.... ni Adiklah, not hunny bunny...

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Mummy : He he... okay. Mana abang sayang ?

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Adik : Abang tidur.... Mummy.... Abang kan..... blah, blah, blah.... ( complain time )

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Thursday night,

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Abang : Mummy, why didn't you call me ?

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Mummy : I did ! You were asleep...

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Abang : Mummy you have to call me every day Mummy....

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Mummy : I did but you dah tidur....

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Abang : I am sorry Mummy.... I miss you... ( and burst into tears... )

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Mummy : Waaa.......

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My job had always entailed me to travel a lot, domestic and international. But during my assignment in Geneva, I was plagued with huge yearnings for my family, especially Adik. I suppose I would prefer to take them along like I did when I went to Bangkok, but Babah has his own commitments and Adik did not behave well when we went to Jakarta. Takut nak bawak that little tigress masuk kapal terbang ( my mum laughingly told Babah I was like that when I was small... Mummy, you should really conceal stories like that from him because now it is all my fault. Babah fondly calls it gene jin. Uwekk..... ).