Haircut or not?

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Anak teruna kata no.school.no. Nasib baik tak bayar lagi, kalau takkk, tapi, maunya minggu depan, tiba-tiba angin bertukar balik, jadi yes.school.yes. Haaa.. Agak-agak sekolah nak terima ke budak ini macam? Sabar je la. Tunggu bulan 8 la Bon. Mommy hantar you pergi school lagi satu.

Hari tu tak sempat nak pergi cari kids saloon. Rushing like mad here and there. Up till now pun.. I don't know. It should be something that am loved doing them, tapi.. Hmm, perhaps what they've said true indeed. Change is one thing, istiqomah is another thing.

Easily I'll qualify myself to get saman ekor (if they've got them here), HAHA!

Am kinda failed geography recently.

We're supposed to go for a friend's wedding. It's girls day out with my handsome bodyguard, of course. CFO tak ikut. Kalau tak, I tak jadi driver of that day for the weekend.

Me,

: So, kita set pakat jumpa kat Ipoh la eh? Lepas tu baru kita gerak gi Teluk Intan.

Means, KL-Ipoh-Teluk Intan

Lepas tu, Haha!
I baru tau yang if nak pergi Teluk Intan, masuk exit Bidor then 15min away, sampai Teluk Intan. Tak payah susah-susah pergi Ipoh bagai as exit Ipoh tu wayyy jauh than exit Bidor. It's like, you're from Johor, nak pergi KL, tapi you terus pergi Kedah dulu, baru pusing balik masuk KL. Mesti Mr Makky (my geo cikgu) will be extra mad if he knows this. Hee.

Punyalah nak pergi Ipoh tu, siap berangan ok. Dah terbayang-bayang dah kesedapan dan kerangupan buah jambu batu dengan letak asam boi serbuk sikit. Dengan buah limau. Ini semua nak pergi makan and beli at hentian rehat Sg Perak. I siap cakap kat Syinaz,

: Nanti nak beli jambu batu la. Kat hentian Sg Perak tu. Sedapnyaaa!

Terus Syinaz bagi sedas,

: Oiiit! Kita nak pergi Bidor lah.

: Bidor tak lalu Sg Perak?

: Tak lah!

Hahaa.
Driver yang agak failed disitu. On the way to Teluk Intan, the Gerik's boys already there. They're on the phone with Syinaz, and later she asked me,

: Diaorang tanya, ada GPS tak? If ada, on lah.

And I replied,

: Haah. Ada. Ada. GPS dalam kepala!

Gua memang hebat part peta-peta ni. Ini memang ambil gen Abah. Maju jaya sukses sampai tempat yang dituju. Siap yang kat belakang tu pakat duk mengimbau kenangan lampau lah apo lah. Lepas tu bila terlanggar bumper,

: Anak dara kat belakang ni!

Lepas tu siap bising kat seat belt kat belakang dah tak wajib. Deyy, sekarang wajib pakailah seat belt kat belakang tu. Bukan tak wajib. Sabo je la hah. Kalau dah borak, semua benda keluarlah. Itu baru 3 orang. Kalau 30 orang? Ooh. Itu tak boleh bawa naik kereta. Itu kena naik bas mahupun lori.

We're attending our friend's wedding reception. It's a great small reunion actually. The girls, well, almost the same, dah habis tumbesaran kot? And I must say, I almost didn't recognized most of the boys. How much they'd change from Gerik's. Bijen tu tak payah cakaplah. No more budak untuk dibuli. It's more like the new ustaz in the batch. Hee. And guys, those boys seems can't stop smoking ke apa? Haihh.. Baik la korang stop awal-awal. Kang payah nak dapat anak nanti = p

From that journey, I've known that the kecik is one of the observer babies. Bila sampai to each place, anak teruna akan tengok dulu. It'll takes some times to adjust himself. Mula-mula tak nak. Semua benda tak nak. Dah nak balik, barulah kalut nak kawan dengan semua kawan I. Lepas tu ajak the boys to the playground. Yang jadi mangsa Ehsan and Hanif. Ehsan macam ada hidden talent pula dah jaga anak teruna. Hahaha.

And, to the record, this is the only wedding that I tambah nasi and lauk tanpa segan silu. Lapar kot? Haha.

Syinaz pun terjebak. Zaida tambah cendol and Farah, yeah, budak ni datang lambat with Ustaz Bijen and Khairil Hafidzi? Eh. Ke apa nama dia? Ingat lupa dah. Farah angkut her bestfriend sekali.

Part tambah nasi tu yang Syinaz and me memang selamba sungguh. Sampai budak katering tu cakap,

: Tak apa kak. Nasi dengan lauk banyak lagi.

Ceittt! Nasib baik gua memang slim. Bolehlah cover kata yang datang jauh, lapar, walhal, memang dasar kuat makan! Heee.

I bangun awal ok pagi tu. Walhal tidur pukul 3am. Borak punya pasal. And the kecik refused nak tidur, kena paksa baru nak pejam mata walhal he's soo tired from the morning lagi. 1am baru terlelap and tu pun mengamuk bila I nak angkat dia masuk bilik tidur. Nak tidur atas sofa. Empuk sangat ke apa sofa rumah Syinaz neh? Or the kecik can senses the sofa more expensive than the mattress. Haha! Mau kena hempuk dengan Syinaz ni. Ampunn!

I dah bangun pagi tu, subuh, mandi, basuh botol, siap semua, siap makan tiramisu okay (Syinaz buat), baru makcik tu bangun. Huh. Itu pun bila Zaida called, Syinaz cakap gua yang lambat. Cessss! Ambil Zaida lepas anak teruna bangun and siap then zass to the highway. It was 11.15am at that time. From KL. Berhenti kat Shell mana entah lepas exit Tg Malim, beli air, and the two girls kena pow with the kecik and me tukar baju. Dekat shell almost 30mins. And we're safely arrived at exit Bidor by 12.15pm. Hahaha! Jangan tanya. Jangan tanya berapa speed I hari tu. Banyak kereta sehh. Motor pun banyak. Oleh itu, kita kena laju-laju. Sebab nak pergi kenduri. Hee. Masa pergi, from Bidor to Teluk Intan, sejam lebih baru sampai. Bila balik, 15mins je dah masuk highway dah. Hahaha. Dah tau jalan, sonang la haa. Masa pergi tu, memang tak tau jalan. Tu yang if lawan siput pun, siput menang.

Nasib baik the husband tak ikut. I can't really drive when the sayangness with me. Ada je yang tak kena. Itu belum lagi, bila dah terbiasa bawa kereta yang signal sebelah kanan, tiba-tiba tukar bawa kereta yang signal sebelah kiri, sekali, bila nak masuk lane lain, terbuka wiper, terus bodyguard aka the kecik jerit,

: Mommyyyy! No wiper. Nooo!

And the same thing happened bila dah balik. Few days dah terbiasa kiri with signal, bila balik, nak masuk lane lain, tertekan wiper. Hee.

Tapi I've must say, the jammed at KL wayy better than here kot? As bila I balik sini, everyone got the bonuses and semua tempat packed! Kaki duk tekan brek je! Fuh! Memang menguji keimanan sungguh!
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