Again??

Yes! I am a tough boy. I knocked my head many times. I've got bruises on my forehead. Okay.. just because I've a wide forehead, it doesn't mean that you can play a fool with it. I'm the son of my Ummi. Like mother like son hehehehh... I'm a bit naughty. That was claimed by Ummi. Oh well! Ummi was like that too when she was small. I climbed a lot, just like Ummi. Ummi climbed trees. I don't. See! I'm actually not as naughty as Ummi hehee..



Last friday, I cut my eyebrow. Ouch! it hurts mind you. In fact, it really hurt until I screamed and yelled. Ummi was busy with the internet stuff (see! Ummi didn't look after me for 24 hours - many hours was spent with that computer thing uhuksss..). I was jealous. I wanted Ummi's attention. I climbed and sit on her lap. It was still okay then. Ummi held me tight. Then I wanted to get down. I was a bit agitated then. I planned to hop on the bed by bridging the side table. I was clever huh! I am, indeed... that's why I fell down. The stupid (ops!! cannot say stupid ha.. ha..) drawer handle cut my eyebrow. Mean! really mean! I will never friend with the metal handle anymore!!


As a good mother (I know she felt guilty for sitting in front of the computer instead of playing with me), Ummi quickly held me. Blood dropped from the cut. Ummi was so panicked. Hahahaha!!! I like to see Ummi that way. She was so cute when she worried about me. She was so good with me. She left the computer for me. I love it! I love it! Abah also woke up. Oopps!! yes, Abah was sleeping when the thing happened. But, as soon as Ummi shouted "Abang! darah!!", Abah woke up. Everyone was busy inspecting my eyebrow.

Abah applied minyak gamat (yuuckkyy!! funny smell stuff) on my eyebrow. Then he put a plaster on it. Then I stole Ummi from everyone else. I cried for Ummi. Of course, Ummi hugged and kissed me many times asking me to keep quiet. No one in the house likes to hear me crying. I wonder why.



When I stop crying, Ummi asked me to look at myself in the mirror. Yes, I love to stand in front of the mirror, just like my sister, Coan. But, that day, when I looked at the plaster on my eyebrow, I was so sad. I quickly run back to Ummi and closed my eyes. I was so sad. I'm not as handsome as before. Uhuksss...

Pity my little boy!

It was only 2 minutes that I left him with her sister, Sophea to go to the kitchen. Abah was about to sleep, in the room with them. Coan was playing by herself, also in the room. Sophea and Shahmey was playing at the corner of the bed.


As a sudden, I heard a loud cry from the room. It was Shahmey! I didn't expect anything bad as everybody was in the room. While I was in the kitchen, I hears Shahmey's voice was even louder. Abang came in the kitchen with him.


"Mata dia berdarah!"

I looked at Shahmey and almost cried looking at the blood on his face. I noticed quite a deep cut on his eyebrow. I asked Abang what happened but Abang kept saying "tak tahu la, budak-budak ni".


I went in to get Gamat ointment to put on Shahmey's wound. I saw the kids (Sophea and Coan) were sitting on the floor quietly. I knew they were scared to get scolded. They were so quiet. I only managed to tell them off. I took the Gamat ointment and cotton butt. I rushed to the kitchen, quickly applied the Gamat ointment on Shahmey's scar. I was so damn worried. I asked Abang whether we should bring him to get stitches but Abang said, didn't have to. The wound would attach soon.


Shahmey only cried for a while. After I put the ointment, he kept quiet. He was more like puzzled than pain looking at us touching his face. My brave boy - just like the meaning of his name - sacret, smart and brave!


We cleaned the blood on his face (actually it was caused by him - he rubbed the wound and blood was smeared all over his face). Abang put a plaster on the wound to avoid the wound from getting infected. But, this little Shahmey could sense the existence of an alient thing on his face. He tried to pull it away. Fail for the first few times but finally managed to pull if away. Up to 4 plasters, then we gave up. No more plaster because he would surely pull it away again.


At night, when he was about to sleep, I asked Abang to put the plaster back on. It was okay and it lasted until morning. I finally got to know Shahmey's head was knocked at the bed corner. The corner was not that sharp but really hard to cause a cut on a fragile object like Shahmey's skin.