HE'S BACK!!

She cried upon seeing her Abah.....


The happy faces with their Abah....

Even though it was 2.00 am, the kids were ecstatic and overjoyed when their Abah returned.

Errr...no need to talk about the Ummi, cause she's still in P-A-R-A-D-I-S-E!!

Heh..Heh...

BRING HIM BACK, PLEASE....

Today Afiqah is 4 years old.



The first question she asked when she woke up this morning was....

"Abah dah balik?"

Poor girl....she misses her abah on her birthday.

And Afrina has been writing letters to her Abah, secretly. The contents are heart-wrenching and sad....Some of the contents :

"I miss you so much, Abah.

When are you coming back? I cry and cry and cry for you....

I miss your kiss, Abah. I miss going out with you.

When can we be together again?

Why you must work in U.S?

Please come back, Abah......"

I know she cried when she wrote those, and I cried when I read them...

Both girls show their feelings of missing their Abah in different ways. Afiqah is full of questions while Afrina prefers to write down her feelings.

All of us are looking forward for this Sunday. YES...InsyaAllah, Hubby will be home by Sunday.

So if I did not update for while, meaning..........Heh heh!

THE INCIDENT

It's been four days since Hubby left for States. So far, we have talked twice via long distance call. So good to hear his voice....

He also managed to speak to our kids before they left for school yesterday. I know they miss their Abah so much.

Affandy still looked for his Abah...

He will just cried for his Abah as and when he longed for him and he will not accept any explaination.

This incident happened last Monday.

Affandy was having his lunch and Afiqah was taking her afternoon nap. I asked Affandy if he wanted me to feed him, he said NO. So he ate quietly on his own. I kept myself busy by making kueh for the kids to munch later.

When I checked on Affandy, I was furious when I saw him playing with his rice. He poured the whole plate of rice on the floor and mashed it up. He even poured some rice onto Afiqah who was sleeping at the sofa.

I shouted at him and I hit him hard on his hand...... I knew he felt the pain, cause my hand was painful too. Then I carried him to face the wall.

He was crying loudly and I totally ignored him as I cleared the mess.

The crying soften and he began to weep and sob. This was when I felt so ashamed of myself....

He called his Abah between his sob....

This was the first time he called his Abah when he cried. Normally, he would just called me.

I was speechless and my heart melt seeing him weeping for his Abah....

What happened to me? I felt like I was a bad, ugly tyrant who beats an helpless child, my son.

I could still remember his words... "Abah, Ady nak Abah. Ummi beat Ady, pain... Ady nak Abah..."

I broke down and I hugged his tight. I could not decribe the regret, the remorse, the hurt that I felt at that moment. I just held him tight...

And I left a red mark on his hand.....

If only I was a little bit more patient and enduring....

If only I could control my anger and annoyance....

If only Hubby was here, to soothe and comfort his son...our son.

MISSING HIM....

The moment he stepped out of the house at 4 am on Satuday morning, I start to miss him terribly already. I can still feel his touch and his kiss before he left.

The yearning and aching for him, is so great that it hurts. I thought I was strong, but I was wrong. I am just an ordinary human being who misses her husband so much. And I will continue to feel this way for the next two weeks. Though how much it hurts, I have no choice but to bear with it.

The most unpleasant part was, when Affandy has started to realize that his Abah is not home for a few days already. I know he misses his Abah so much. So much that he cried and kept saying, "Ady nak Abah....Ady nak Abah". How am I suppose to explain to this little boy that his Abah has gone oversea to work? Even I said Abah will be home soon to play with him, he just could not understand. The best thing that I can think of doing, is to hug him.

I hugged him tight, and I cried too. If a young boy like him can feel the pain, how about the rest of us, his Ummi and his sisters?

Hubby, if you are reading this, we miss you tremendously. We pray that may Allah protect you and bring you home safely to us. Please take care of yourself as you are far far away from us, but you are here in our heart. Remember us in your prayer and we love you so much.......

QUEENS OF LONGKANG

Another fun I had while Hubby's busy working.....


My Bowling Gang

Last Tuesday, me & some crazy cousins (Za included) went to have bowling games. I did not believe that I was on my own all that day. YES!! Hubby was at work and all my three kids were with my in-laws. What a bliss...!

The four of us had our fair share of "longkang" moments during the games. But mine was not as bad as dektu lah (NOW YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE...BWHAHHAAAHHA). Even though my Hero cum motivator cum supporter (reads : Hubby) was not there, I still could score, you know. Don't play play with this lady hor....!

Next month, they shall be my Swimming Gang pulak.