August 1^st to 3^rd,

Spend the whole weekend wif my cousin’s family (from now on, I’m gonna address her as my sister) at Melaka. I asked my young sister (Anis) who studied at UTM KL to come along wif me as she never set her foot there before. Furthermore, I cud do wif a company during the supposed two hours’ journey and while waiting my sister to come and pick me at Melaka Sentral. I wanted to spent as much time as I can wif them, so I planned to go there after my office hour. Thank God that my junior helped me to get the ticket the day before, as somehow tickets for weekend’s travel nowadays always sold out (to every destinations, north, east, south…mark my word). I can no longer just gamble and went to Pudu just like that without buying ticket earlier, it was nitemare.

I forgot to buy the return ticket, and I can vividly imagine what my sister wud say about that. I was thinking of departing as earlier as I can, because I didn’t want to trouble my sister to pick us late at nite and her three ‘little power rangers’ (although her hubby oredi come back from Manchester) cannot be left at home alone. Still, I asked for 7.30pm on Friday’s ticket and lucky I did so as me n Anis arrived sharp on time. The bus was about to depart. Me wif the traffic jams on my way from Bukit Jalil to Puduraya (that time I really wish if I can make the car fly, no need to follow the traffic), while Anis haf to be patient wif the LRT. That time I really don’t want to think how my sister wud react if we missed the bus!

That was my first time using Delima’s service. I usually took Transnansional if I was to travel south. I was so nervous becoz even when the clock stroke 9.30pm, we still didn’t reach Melaka Sentral, which was really weird as the journey only took two hours normally. Even my sister was getting quite worried. But as they were doing their shopping at Mydin nearby, so our lateness was not a big deal. We only arrived at 10.30 pm and I was dead beat. Ok, I got out from the office at 6++pm, what wif last minute this and that, God knows how much glad I was seeing my sister’s black Chevrolet coming.

Husna and Huda wif Mak Long Anis

As usual, when we entered into the car, my three pengarang jantung were curiously looking at me n Anis. Well, they don’t see us everyday, so what more welcomes do I aspect? Never mind, I knew well how to tackle those three then. When we woke up in the morning, my sister and her hubby laden us wif so many food for breakfast. But what I luv much, was their English tea, smell so different yet very nice (I always appreciate the aroma of tea and coffee). Surely, it was her hubby who brought that back from Manchester. Starting that breakfast, my nieces and nephew already in to me and Anis. At first, I didn’t have a clue where to start my morning task, whether to look after the kids or tidy up the kitchen. Since Anis woke up late, so I let her to play wif the kids, and my youngest niece had began making tantrum as she want to be outside doing the gardening wif her father and her brother.

Syukri wif another Mak Long

Honestly, my mum keep asking me to go to my sis house to help her organized her house. Although she came back from Manchester for months already, but wif young kids, there’s not much thing to be done either. So I tried my best to clear her kitchen and arrange her various sets of cutleries. I even jokingly asked her to present me one set of hers when I get married. She really posses too much and I don’t know when on earth she will use them. I envied her many mugs, completed sets of everything (spoons, forks, tea sets, dinner sets..). I can’t imagine when I will haf so much money to buy things like that (since when I am crazy about plates and jugs?erkk). As I did the ‘clearing’, while Anis watched over the kids, my sis managed to do the laundry, cleaning the whole house, everything she felt like doing without the kids present, upstairs and downstairs. I successfully managed to clear everything (Anis came and helped me afterwards) that day.

We had a very joyful and delicious lunch that Saturday. My sis cooked ayam kampong’s curry wif our own family version of sambal belacan and ikan gelama kering, yummy.. The least favourite part, was when we were forced to have more helpings.. Gosh, it had been years that I ate without helpings. But in order to make my sis felt better, I tried to finish my second’s plate, hardly (the curry was really good, but I can’t eat more than a plate of rice at a time). There was so much to eat there. I think I’ll get bigger if I really stayed wif them. But I think I’ll never care, because I was so happy every single time I spend wif them. My sis promised to take us at Pengkalan Balak for dinner that nite. After dinner, we have some moment taking sometime at the beach. It was so peaceful.

That Sunday morning, after quick breakfast, we hurriedly went to Melaka Central to catch bus going back to KL. While my sis, after dropped us, she went to MYDIN nearby to do some shopping. I was so angry when we weren’t allowed to get into the bus. Become angrier, when I found out that our tickets were for nite journey! WHAT! Fine, it was my ruddy fault also, didn’t check the ticket before leaving the counter the day before. I quickly informed my Mr. Green Spot Jr, n have to ask his help to pick us up that nite. I’ll never use that bus again, never ever.

Lucky my sis still doing at MYDIN, so we went back wif her. I was become suddenly deaf wif my sis words afterwards. By the way, she took us to textile store and bought us cloth each ehehe, thanx. I will never forget what my nephew said after saw us entering the house, ‘aik, tadi bukan Mak Long nak balik ke?’. Then, during afternoon my sis took us to their orchard to pick rambutan (haih..again?). We have so much fun picking the rambutan, fighting the mosquitoes (only me) and playing around. We took bus at 9pm that nite heading back to KL. After sending Anis back to her college, I arrived home, dead beat. Feeling really not enuf energy to face my desk tomorrow morning.. huwargghhhh!!!

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gambaru!