Babah was upset with Umar yesterday morning. He must be really, really troubled with it because he came home in a sour mood. He sulked the whole evening and refused dinner.
Umar went to bed brows furrowed because things were unresolved between him and his Babah.
I looked at my two men in despair.
“Dan… go and kiss him good night, Dan…”
“Tomorrow. Let him stew what he had done tonight.” Was the resigned reply.
“Dan… I don’t like people going to sleep angry or worried. It is not nice, Dan..”
“Biar lah dulu ..” Was the reply.
I tried a lot of tactics. He just smiled and kept asking me why I am so worried. I told my husband that I know my son very well and I am sure he can’t sleep. I told him I also know his sleep would be very much disturbed too.
No go.
Finally, aku guna taktik kotor.
“Dan… kat luar nampak macam hujan. Kalau ada kilat sabung-menyabung.. Umar mesti terjaga punya. You know how much the storm upsets him. Buatnya ada black out, I am sure he won’t dare to come here knowing your present mood. Karang teraba – raba dalam gelap… dengan kilat, dengan bunyi hujan, dengan bunyi angin…. Wooooo….. woooo….. wooooo….. Kesian anak kita, Dan. Lepas tu karang….”
Tak habis goreng, Babahnya dah bangun..”Yelah… yelah… Issh… awak ni…”. He he…. Jadi wooo…. Bukan aje budak – budak yang tak tahan, Bapaknya sekali sebak…
I followed him and sure enough although 30 minutes had passed since Umar retired, as soon as Dan switched on the light, I heard Umar’s voice, “Bah.. I am sorry, Bah.” He sat up straight, looking at his Babah intently.
Dan, well… he continued his lecture from the morning. When he motioned for Umar to hug him, Umar was already crying a river. I noticed that Dan’s eyes were wet, too…
Umar went to bed brows furrowed because things were unresolved between him and his Babah.
I looked at my two men in despair.
“Dan… go and kiss him good night, Dan…”
“Tomorrow. Let him stew what he had done tonight.” Was the resigned reply.
“Dan… I don’t like people going to sleep angry or worried. It is not nice, Dan..”
“Biar lah dulu ..” Was the reply.
I tried a lot of tactics. He just smiled and kept asking me why I am so worried. I told my husband that I know my son very well and I am sure he can’t sleep. I told him I also know his sleep would be very much disturbed too.
No go.
Finally, aku guna taktik kotor.
“Dan… kat luar nampak macam hujan. Kalau ada kilat sabung-menyabung.. Umar mesti terjaga punya. You know how much the storm upsets him. Buatnya ada black out, I am sure he won’t dare to come here knowing your present mood. Karang teraba – raba dalam gelap… dengan kilat, dengan bunyi hujan, dengan bunyi angin…. Wooooo….. woooo….. wooooo….. Kesian anak kita, Dan. Lepas tu karang….”
Tak habis goreng, Babahnya dah bangun..”Yelah… yelah… Issh… awak ni…”. He he…. Jadi wooo…. Bukan aje budak – budak yang tak tahan, Bapaknya sekali sebak…
I followed him and sure enough although 30 minutes had passed since Umar retired, as soon as Dan switched on the light, I heard Umar’s voice, “Bah.. I am sorry, Bah.” He sat up straight, looking at his Babah intently.
Dan, well… he continued his lecture from the morning. When he motioned for Umar to hug him, Umar was already crying a river. I noticed that Dan’s eyes were wet, too…
Hisshh… cerekarama sungguh depa ni.
2 comments:
hahaha... lawak... but at the same time cam sedey la plak... iskk.. ke sbb hormon mak buyung aku nih!! baca citer camni pun aku nak nangis.. iskk
konot,bukan hang aje yg nak nangis, cek pun. agaknya kita ni tergolong dalam golongan ibu mithali hehehehe
myra, aku nak link blog hang kat blog aku, ok ke?
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