Ini cerita Babah dan betapa Babah manjakan anak-anak. Bukan Mummy yek, Babahnya.
Kelmarin lepas Terawikh, Babah singgah kedai nak pi beli roti for soq. Pegi pulak kedai seksyen 3 yang memang terkenal dengan kedekutan parking spaces nya. Apatah lagi time-time orang balik terawikh, memang lah penuh. Babah stopped in front of the shop and sighed, “Macamana nak beli roti ni ?” mengangin-anginkan yang Mummy could actually get off her butt and do the buying.
But I dowan. Mummy memang malas nak turun kete pergi kedai. Plus, I was in my telekung, kan ? Mana buleh. So I said, “Suruh le Umar.”
Babah frowned at Mummy. “Mana sampai dia nak ambik roti tu. Roti kat rak paling atas….” I looked at the roti shelf which was outside the premise (as per standard Malaysian grocery store arrangement) and shook my head.
“He is 9, he can figure it out… Let him grow, Bah…”
Umar who I presumed had heard our conversation, held out his hand. “Give me the money, Bah. Let me do it…” Darling son wants to prove the father wrong. Well done, Um.
Babah whined a bit when he gave his son some money. As soon as Umar got out of the car, he leaned forward, eyes trained on his son, watching him like a hawk.
Apa da… Depan mata lah anak awak tu, Bah. Relax lah.
Umar reached for the bread easily. He gave his Babah a triumphant smile. Babah got all bothered again when a car slowed behind him while Umar was paying.
“Alahai, ada kereta pulak ni…” He complained, peering to look at the car from the rearview mirror and then at his baby in the shop.
“La… pusing je lah…”
“No ! Nanti Umar keluar karang.. ?”
“He will wait, Dan…”
“Dia cari karang… Kesian dia…”
Mummy looked at Babah stupidly.
Babah let out an exasperated sound before moving on. Elsa whimpered. “U-um !” Babah made the first u-turn at Syed, then stopped at the other side of the road, in front of the shop looking for his son. “Umar ! Tunggu Abah !” he yelled, and I must add in the closed car, all tingkaps up, gesturing madly. He then floored it, made a hasty u-turn and stopped with a screech back where we started.
Umar was not there.
“Mana dia ? Where is he ?” Itu Babah.
“Umar ! Umar !” Itu Elsa.
We then saw Umar, walking back to store from Syed, apparently looking for us there.
“I told you ! Dia mesti cari kita punya !”
Umar got in the car smilingly. “Where did you guys go ?” he asked good naturedly.
Mummy who didn’t say anything as was busy observing the situation answered, “Pusing jap sebab ada kete kat belakang…”
“Ohh… “ was all he said. Babahnya ? “Itulah awak. Dia ingat kita tinggal dia tau tak. I dah cakap dah.” Elsa ? “Um ! My U-um. My U-um…”
Mummy ? Covered her face with her hand and groaned. Anak lembik jangan salahkan ibu yang mengandung please.
Ini cerita Mummy yang suka buat anak-anak tension.
I had forgotten where we were when my little kiddies saw a Ferris Wheel.
“Mummy look ! A Ferris Wheel ! Nak naik !” Said Elsa excitedly.
Mummly looked around tapi tak nampak pun.
“Mana ada…”
“Ada ! It’s there !” Umar said, pointing.
I looked but still couldn’t see it.
“Bestnya naik Ferris Wheel, kan Um ?” Said Elsa, buat tactic kesian dia seperti biasa.
“Yes, must be nice. Kita tak pernah naik kan ?”
Mummy buat muka boring.
“Korang, kalau naik Ferris Wheel tu pastu dia berenti and you guys are at the top most macamana ?”
They looked at Mummy with a not happy face.
“Look, it can happen you know. If you guys got stuck up there, who is coming to your rescue ? Kat Malaysia ni Superman tak dak, Spiderman tak dak, Batman pun tak dak… So.. macamana ?”
Arms folded, Elsa looked at me dangerously, “Fireman kan ada. They do rescue missions, you know…”
Oh pandai ko yek.
“But Elsa, if it is as much fun as you said it is, the firemen is also up there, on the Ferris Wheel…Very much stucked like you…”
He he…. Sebab she is 6, she cannot find a clever retort quickly. Umar masa tu dah malas nak layan mak dia. Dalam kepala hotak dia mesti cakap, “Kalau tak nak bagi cakap jelah. Jangan lah bagi cerita bodoh pulak…”
Well… I expect that maybe in… umm… 3 years’ time. For now, I am the reigning queen of The Last Say. Heh !
Kelmarin lepas Terawikh, Babah singgah kedai nak pi beli roti for soq. Pegi pulak kedai seksyen 3 yang memang terkenal dengan kedekutan parking spaces nya. Apatah lagi time-time orang balik terawikh, memang lah penuh. Babah stopped in front of the shop and sighed, “Macamana nak beli roti ni ?” mengangin-anginkan yang Mummy could actually get off her butt and do the buying.
But I dowan. Mummy memang malas nak turun kete pergi kedai. Plus, I was in my telekung, kan ? Mana buleh. So I said, “Suruh le Umar.”
Babah frowned at Mummy. “Mana sampai dia nak ambik roti tu. Roti kat rak paling atas….” I looked at the roti shelf which was outside the premise (as per standard Malaysian grocery store arrangement) and shook my head.
“He is 9, he can figure it out… Let him grow, Bah…”
Umar who I presumed had heard our conversation, held out his hand. “Give me the money, Bah. Let me do it…” Darling son wants to prove the father wrong. Well done, Um.
Babah whined a bit when he gave his son some money. As soon as Umar got out of the car, he leaned forward, eyes trained on his son, watching him like a hawk.
Apa da… Depan mata lah anak awak tu, Bah. Relax lah.
Umar reached for the bread easily. He gave his Babah a triumphant smile. Babah got all bothered again when a car slowed behind him while Umar was paying.
“Alahai, ada kereta pulak ni…” He complained, peering to look at the car from the rearview mirror and then at his baby in the shop.
“La… pusing je lah…”
“No ! Nanti Umar keluar karang.. ?”
“He will wait, Dan…”
“Dia cari karang… Kesian dia…”
Mummy looked at Babah stupidly.
Babah let out an exasperated sound before moving on. Elsa whimpered. “U-um !” Babah made the first u-turn at Syed, then stopped at the other side of the road, in front of the shop looking for his son. “Umar ! Tunggu Abah !” he yelled, and I must add in the closed car, all tingkaps up, gesturing madly. He then floored it, made a hasty u-turn and stopped with a screech back where we started.
Umar was not there.
“Mana dia ? Where is he ?” Itu Babah.
“Umar ! Umar !” Itu Elsa.
We then saw Umar, walking back to store from Syed, apparently looking for us there.
“I told you ! Dia mesti cari kita punya !”
Umar got in the car smilingly. “Where did you guys go ?” he asked good naturedly.
Mummy who didn’t say anything as was busy observing the situation answered, “Pusing jap sebab ada kete kat belakang…”
“Ohh… “ was all he said. Babahnya ? “Itulah awak. Dia ingat kita tinggal dia tau tak. I dah cakap dah.” Elsa ? “Um ! My U-um. My U-um…”
Mummy ? Covered her face with her hand and groaned. Anak lembik jangan salahkan ibu yang mengandung please.
Ini cerita Mummy yang suka buat anak-anak tension.
I had forgotten where we were when my little kiddies saw a Ferris Wheel.
“Mummy look ! A Ferris Wheel ! Nak naik !” Said Elsa excitedly.
Mummly looked around tapi tak nampak pun.
“Mana ada…”
“Ada ! It’s there !” Umar said, pointing.
I looked but still couldn’t see it.
“Bestnya naik Ferris Wheel, kan Um ?” Said Elsa, buat tactic kesian dia seperti biasa.
“Yes, must be nice. Kita tak pernah naik kan ?”
Mummy buat muka boring.
“Korang, kalau naik Ferris Wheel tu pastu dia berenti and you guys are at the top most macamana ?”
They looked at Mummy with a not happy face.
“Look, it can happen you know. If you guys got stuck up there, who is coming to your rescue ? Kat Malaysia ni Superman tak dak, Spiderman tak dak, Batman pun tak dak… So.. macamana ?”
Arms folded, Elsa looked at me dangerously, “Fireman kan ada. They do rescue missions, you know…”
Oh pandai ko yek.
“But Elsa, if it is as much fun as you said it is, the firemen is also up there, on the Ferris Wheel…Very much stucked like you…”
He he…. Sebab she is 6, she cannot find a clever retort quickly. Umar masa tu dah malas nak layan mak dia. Dalam kepala hotak dia mesti cakap, “Kalau tak nak bagi cakap jelah. Jangan lah bagi cerita bodoh pulak…”
Well… I expect that maybe in… umm… 3 years’ time. For now, I am the reigning queen of The Last Say. Heh !
6 comments:
Elsa and Umar need you AND Rashdan together..kalau tak rosak bebudak tu..in both ways.
I agree wholeheartedly.. ha ha
La, ingatkan u sorang je yang OCD. Rupa2nya your husband pun. ahak ahka. Memang you guys are made for each other lah.
Kak Puteri I can't wait to tell him that. He always said we can use the Handicapped Parking Space on account of my OCD.. he he
ish..ishh.. ingatkan aku sorang je dok putaq belit kat anak aku, ropa-ropanya ada jugak orang can aku. Syoknya
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Darling bloghopper... mak bapak punya tactic dari dulu lagi... Ha ha
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