Last weekend we stayed at the Crowne Plaza KL because Babah had a few coupons still. Went there after art class, checked in, performed Dzuhur and off we went to KLCC for Raya stuffs ( read clothes ). Went back to the hotel at 5, performed Asar and rested a bit. At 6.30 Babah was yapping that we were already late for the buka puasa buffet but Mummy said that since it was just an elevator ride away, we could leave at 7.05 if we wanted to.
Babah insisted. So off we went. We were 25 minutes early. Abang is not much an eater and a very picky one at that. But as we were shown to our table and passed rows and rows of food, Mummy saw Abang eyeing the offered fare hungrily. That was the first for us. Mummy was enjoying the sight of her son salivating.
We sat down. And looked at each other. After about a minute, Abang wanted to go and take some food. Mummy was against it because the last 10 minutes is the hardest and with scrumptious food in front of our face … well it will be just torture. Abang insisted and grabbed his Babah’s hand. Off they went.
Mummy laughed out loud when she saw her son’s plate. Nasi tomato ( that is the first time she saw Abang chose nasi tomato willingly… in fact it was the first time she saw him ate it ), fried calamari and fried chicken. There was also 3 pieces of oreos at the side of the plate.
As Mummy have predicted, 15 minutes went by slowly. Abang asked for the time repeatedly at very, very short intervals that Babah had to put his watch arm on the back of Abangchair, for his easy viewing. 2 – 3 minutes before adzan, Abang wanted to go to the loo. While he was there, the call for maghrib prayers started. As Mummy was eating her cempedak goreng, Abang came hurtling down the restaurant, jumped on the chair and started to scoop up his food with his hand. Abang detested eating with his hand. He always requested for cutleries. Therefore when Babah saw him doing that he offered his cutleries. But nope Abang was not to be disturbed. He pushed it away and started eating. It was a sight to behold.
Being parents of non-eaters, seeing your child eating in a frenzy was oddly comforting. Then it started to get worrying when he didn’t stop for air at all. Mummy had to ask Abang to stop and rest for a while when Abang ate his rice berlaukkan oreos. Surely that combination is bad for the taste bud ?
After he finished his plate, Abang slumped on his chair. Mummy asked him to take a rest. She was shocked when Abang said he saw the pasta counter and wanted macaroni with bacon and white sauce. Really, darling ? Second plate ?
So Babah took him again and Mummy went to get some keaw tiaw goreng to share with Babah, which was so delectable, she almost swooned. When she got to the table, Abang was already there, nose buried in his plate. As soon as he saw his Mummy he waved excitedly. “ Mummy come here for a while and smell my food !! “ He said. So Mummy went and obliged him. “ Smells wonderful kan Mum ? “ Mummy smiled at her precious one and pat his head. And then he started shoveling. Ya Allah, anak ku, she thought.
Babah insisted. So off we went. We were 25 minutes early. Abang is not much an eater and a very picky one at that. But as we were shown to our table and passed rows and rows of food, Mummy saw Abang eyeing the offered fare hungrily. That was the first for us. Mummy was enjoying the sight of her son salivating.
We sat down. And looked at each other. After about a minute, Abang wanted to go and take some food. Mummy was against it because the last 10 minutes is the hardest and with scrumptious food in front of our face … well it will be just torture. Abang insisted and grabbed his Babah’s hand. Off they went.
Mummy laughed out loud when she saw her son’s plate. Nasi tomato ( that is the first time she saw Abang chose nasi tomato willingly… in fact it was the first time she saw him ate it ), fried calamari and fried chicken. There was also 3 pieces of oreos at the side of the plate.
As Mummy have predicted, 15 minutes went by slowly. Abang asked for the time repeatedly at very, very short intervals that Babah had to put his watch arm on the back of Abangchair, for his easy viewing. 2 – 3 minutes before adzan, Abang wanted to go to the loo. While he was there, the call for maghrib prayers started. As Mummy was eating her cempedak goreng, Abang came hurtling down the restaurant, jumped on the chair and started to scoop up his food with his hand. Abang detested eating with his hand. He always requested for cutleries. Therefore when Babah saw him doing that he offered his cutleries. But nope Abang was not to be disturbed. He pushed it away and started eating. It was a sight to behold.
Being parents of non-eaters, seeing your child eating in a frenzy was oddly comforting. Then it started to get worrying when he didn’t stop for air at all. Mummy had to ask Abang to stop and rest for a while when Abang ate his rice berlaukkan oreos. Surely that combination is bad for the taste bud ?
After he finished his plate, Abang slumped on his chair. Mummy asked him to take a rest. She was shocked when Abang said he saw the pasta counter and wanted macaroni with bacon and white sauce. Really, darling ? Second plate ?
So Babah took him again and Mummy went to get some keaw tiaw goreng to share with Babah, which was so delectable, she almost swooned. When she got to the table, Abang was already there, nose buried in his plate. As soon as he saw his Mummy he waved excitedly. “ Mummy come here for a while and smell my food !! “ He said. So Mummy went and obliged him. “ Smells wonderful kan Mum ? “ Mummy smiled at her precious one and pat his head. And then he started shoveling. Ya Allah, anak ku, she thought.
Ha ha… For somebody who had always snubbed food, this puasa taught him a lesson. His Babah’s advise rang true. Earlier while we were in KLCC, Adik wanted to be fed and so Babah gave a fiver to Abang and asked him to buy Adik some fries at A&W. Abang went grudgingly and when he handed the mouthwatering friend potato to his sister, he said “ Now get away from me … “. Babah told him puasa is about patience and being tested by Allah. Furthermore, said Babah, when you finally eat, the food will taste 100 times much better than usual.
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