This week started out just fine. I took Monday off just to have a girls' day out with Izza and SIL. We had fun. Well, separately; we dropped Izza off at Borders and went off to explore. Bought me the third handbag in a 4 days (Baba....pls don't read this!!) and some other non necessecities. Best part of course was when we got hungry. Grilled fish in assam sauce and rice and then we scooted to Sushi King, and for dessert: crispy apam balik with chocolate and peanut butter spread. YUM......
Tuesday was quite interesting, I was invited to attend the launch of "Bulan Bahasa Kebangsaan" at DBKL. The choir sang beautifully. A far contrast from MARA's choir group. (hehehehe). They sang and danced and then the VVIPs stumbled in their speeches. The lighting was such that these 'warga emas' could not read their speeches because their multifocals couldn't focus. hahahahahaha....... That was good fodder for a joke. We were giggling in our seats. Then the host ushered the minister to the side of the stage to get down, luckily they stopped in time because the steps were way off to the other side...HAHAHAHAHA.... gosh, I have tears in my eyes thinking back. That afternoon, Izza sprained her ankle......
Wednesday dawned sunny and clear. Did some work at the office. I do need to earn some of my keep don't I? Anyway, it was an ordinary day till Imran came home from school. I thought something was up when he didn't smile that adorable smile of his. Then I noticed his bloody nose and fat lip!!!! OMG...what happened? I screamed. He put his head on my shoulder and started sobbing. My poor, poor angel.... (Izza, do not puke!). Apparently, he tried to break up a fight between his best friend and another boy and got punched by accident. At that point the two boys were stunned and profusely apologised to Imran. Well, that was his story. Now, Imran has a history of fabricating facts whenever he thinks it will get him out of trouble. So Izza took on the role of the Inquisitor, but I have to say, I appreciated her gentleness in treating Imran last night. Imran stuck to his story throughout the night. In the end we believed him. But Baba's reaction was another story; it ranged from going to meet the teacher, to making a police report, to going to the clinic (after I mms imran's pic) and then to blaming Imran for being friends with the likes of those boys.
I only had this to say to Imran: "Now you see why you shouldn't cry wolf. People won't believe you even if you are telling the truth. I know you're hurting but isn't it more hurting when we doubt your story?", and to that he replied," Yes, Mum. I'm hurt that nobody believed me at first. And I don't ever want to be in a fight if this is how painful it is. I won't lie anymore." AWWWwwwwwww..... Yeah me, the sucker Mum. Till the next time, Imran.
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