On Monday we celebrated Arif’s birthday and since Arif loves cheese cake, Ita bought Cheeze Cake from Secret Recipe for his birthday cake.
It was a lovely cake. Babah took two slices.
Last night while waiting for the kids to finish mengaji, Babah asked, “Awak ingat saya teringin apa sekarang ?”
“Cheese cake Arif tu ?”
And he nodded gratefully.
Ustaz balik aje, we rushed off to Secret Recipe at Seksyen 9. While eating, we discussed tomorrow’s menu (I know…. Terrible isn’t it ?) and agreed on fish and chips for tomorrow’s dinner.
Hence the walk to Shah Alam Mall for ingredients. We entered the compounds of the Mall via the bus/taxi stand. Mummy was holding Umar’s hand and Babah was holding Elsa. Mummy started to walk down, to enter the mall via the side entrance near Pelita but Babah was heading towards the back entrance next to the Thai restaurant. Both Mummy and Babah stopped on their tracks when they realized their journey were not in accord.
“Sini lah !’ They both said unison.
“Sini lagi cepat lah…..” Mummy said.
“No !! Sini !!” Babah said, his head pointing towards his way of choice.
So what do we usually do in this situation ? A race, of course.
“I race you then…” said Babah, saying just what Mummy was thinking.
Umar who was used to this kind of thing (and I know he was hoping for it) started whooping and off he went. Babah went off and Mummy started legging it.
However she didn’t take into account the slope. She had forgotten that from that point to the side entrance the road was in gradient and she started regretting it as she lurched forward.
“Umar ! Brake ! Brake !”
Umar who hates losing turned around without stopping his pace. “Hurry up, Mummy ! We have to win !!” Alamak anak ku …
“Umar ! Be careful ! Brake ! Slowly !” She advised.
Umar slowed down for awhile and Mummy managed to grab his hand but then Umar let the wind took him again and before long he was out of Mummy’s sight. Mummy panicked. She hardly ever let her son out of her sight and kicked into gear. When she rounded the corner at the new photo shop she saw a glimpsed of her son in front of the supermarket. However her relief was much sweeter when she realized her husband and daughter was nowhere in sight.
Suddenly she heard Umar shouted, “Ha ! I win ! I win !” jumping up and down ecstatically long before Babah came into view.
“Eleh…. Korang lari…. We didn’t…” Said he who didn’t want to concede defeat.
Who told you not to do that ? Poodah !!
Ha ha !
PS : We usually raced to go to Yamaha Music School every Saturday. From the escalator, Babah said his way via Memory Lane was faster. Mummy said her way via the children clothes shop is. Mummy won the race every time. But to tell you the truth only because she always got Umar and Babah had to drag (or most of the time dukung) Elsa with him.
PS : We don’t do it anymore as Babah hardly ever had Saturday off. Too bad….
It was a lovely cake. Babah took two slices.
Last night while waiting for the kids to finish mengaji, Babah asked, “Awak ingat saya teringin apa sekarang ?”
“Cheese cake Arif tu ?”
And he nodded gratefully.
Ustaz balik aje, we rushed off to Secret Recipe at Seksyen 9. While eating, we discussed tomorrow’s menu (I know…. Terrible isn’t it ?) and agreed on fish and chips for tomorrow’s dinner.
Hence the walk to Shah Alam Mall for ingredients. We entered the compounds of the Mall via the bus/taxi stand. Mummy was holding Umar’s hand and Babah was holding Elsa. Mummy started to walk down, to enter the mall via the side entrance near Pelita but Babah was heading towards the back entrance next to the Thai restaurant. Both Mummy and Babah stopped on their tracks when they realized their journey were not in accord.
“Sini lah !’ They both said unison.
“Sini lagi cepat lah…..” Mummy said.
“No !! Sini !!” Babah said, his head pointing towards his way of choice.
So what do we usually do in this situation ? A race, of course.
“I race you then…” said Babah, saying just what Mummy was thinking.
Umar who was used to this kind of thing (and I know he was hoping for it) started whooping and off he went. Babah went off and Mummy started legging it.
However she didn’t take into account the slope. She had forgotten that from that point to the side entrance the road was in gradient and she started regretting it as she lurched forward.
“Umar ! Brake ! Brake !”
Umar who hates losing turned around without stopping his pace. “Hurry up, Mummy ! We have to win !!” Alamak anak ku …
“Umar ! Be careful ! Brake ! Slowly !” She advised.
Umar slowed down for awhile and Mummy managed to grab his hand but then Umar let the wind took him again and before long he was out of Mummy’s sight. Mummy panicked. She hardly ever let her son out of her sight and kicked into gear. When she rounded the corner at the new photo shop she saw a glimpsed of her son in front of the supermarket. However her relief was much sweeter when she realized her husband and daughter was nowhere in sight.
Suddenly she heard Umar shouted, “Ha ! I win ! I win !” jumping up and down ecstatically long before Babah came into view.
“Eleh…. Korang lari…. We didn’t…” Said he who didn’t want to concede defeat.
Who told you not to do that ? Poodah !!
Ha ha !
PS : We usually raced to go to Yamaha Music School every Saturday. From the escalator, Babah said his way via Memory Lane was faster. Mummy said her way via the children clothes shop is. Mummy won the race every time. But to tell you the truth only because she always got Umar and Babah had to drag (or most of the time dukung) Elsa with him.
PS : We don’t do it anymore as Babah hardly ever had Saturday off. Too bad….
