It is nearly a week since I left my sayang mamas at home. It is past one am and I am all alone in the lounge in Bangi, listening to Mak coughing softly and stirring in bed. Just chatted with Nona in London who has stomach pains, phoned Ena after reading about Yasmin Ahmad’s death in her blog (Al Fatehah) and sms’ed my husband who is also sleepless in Gombak.
My sleeping pattern is a bit haywire at the moment. Since arrival, I have been sleeping at odd hours; during conversations with siblings, during drives to shops and everywhere. My nights were spent finishing off some urgent work. When AG was here during the first few days, we raided the kitchen at night and YM’ed and skyped with the children.
It is strange, this feeling. I am home and yet not home. I enjoy the time I spend with my siblings and sibling in laws. We always have so much fun (and food) when we are together but there’s an emptiness somewhere. I am missing the sayang mamas – yes, those with the whiskers as well.
I have called home several times to see that everything is alright. Sayang mama number two is in Cairo and has called several times too.
We’ve not seen many friends since arrival but we have been to so many restaurants and gerais. To date, I’ve had soup perut, mee bandung, nasi kerabu, lontong, mee goreng, durians and more durians!
Alhamdulillah, Mak is alright. She is full of beans today as she had all her loved ones around her when everyone gathered for Azril’s farewell before he left for Geneva. She remembered everything and everyone.
Regular blogging with resume once my jetlag is gone and once I’m done with durian.