Friday Adik called from Dubai, on one of his many trips there, asking us to visit Ija who was in labour pains with their fourth boy - you know today with all this scanning stuff they know early if it's a boy or girl. So the three of us -me and Idah and Dekna (with little Wafa) went in Dekna's car to SJMC. We found Ija chit-chatting with Lela in the waiting room ! We were imagining she'd be lying in a bed.
As it was already 9 and I had to take my pills with some food, I left them and went to one of the restaurants outside the hospital. Just as I finished, Dekna called and wanted us to go home right away. Wafa had started to cry hysterically and wouldn't stop. So we went back to Seremban. Wafa only stopped crying in the car. That was almost 11.30.
Adik had called from the airport, having landed at about 10. I told him we couldn't wait because of Wafa.
Arish was born at 3.30 a.m. Saturday morning, all 2.9 kg of him, just like his brothers.
Saturday I took the bus after my game with Dato' Sulaiman, alone. Idah had to go somewhere, and Dekna had to wait for Hanif. Adik and his two elder boys picked me up at the Subang Jaya railway station.
A brief visit to see Ija and my seventh grandchild, and then I took Acad and Amir on the train back to Seremban for an overnight visit. Arish was pink with very red lips, eyes wide open.
The two rascals wanted to eat, so we stopped at KL Central, and dinner cost me fifty bucks. But they cleaned up their plates, I was glad. I conspired with them so they'll keep hidden on arriving home, and surprise their granny. And they kept their word.
The guy who sat next to me in they train was watching us, and guessed right - "cucu ke ?". We chatted all the way to Seremban.
This morning we're supposed to go to KLCC before going back to Subang Jaya. For the moment the two and their granny are still asleep. Ajim, the third boy, must be wondering where his two brothers are. He was crying when they left him yesterday. He's too small to come. That's all five "A's" in the family - Ashraf, Arsyad, Amer, Azim and now Arish. "Z" seems a long, long way to go.
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1 comment:
Dear Zam
Congrats on being the professional gramps for the 7th time.It won't be long before you can have a Zam United soccer team around you besides spending time on the fairway!
Hank
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