Only The Lonely.

I came home to a very quiet house last Saturday.

Imran had extra classes and decided to stay on for a group study at the library,
Ikram went out for lunch to celebrate a friend leaving for further studies in Australia,
Tasya was nowhere to be seen, perhaps out with a friend who came over from down South,
Dilla is at work (what else is new??).

Only the sound of the maid at the far back of the kitchen, kelentang kelentung, doing the laundry.

The only family member available was papa, doing his packing in the room. He was leaving for Medina the next day, fetching the last group of pilgrims coming back from the Haj trip this year.

Suddenly, I got a panic attack!!!

mama: papa, what is to happen to me if even YOU are no longer around? I'm so frighten! I don't want to live alone like my mother in her humongous house, doing nothing!!!....

I started to figure out what I should do:
-fire Kumar and do my own gardening, or
-collect as many stray cats as I possibly can and let them live in my house, or
-adopt abandoned babies to keep me occupied.

Somehow they all seem to be for the wrong reasons,

mama: papa, help!!!
what am I supposed to do if I don't have you as a companion anymore?
well, assuming that you will die first!..

papa: You can go to the mosque and pray for my soul!..and go visit my grave..

mama: Like dat? Life not so interesting anymore lor. In that case let me die first lah. I malas want to go and visit your grave!

What will you do then after I died?

papa: Ha,ha,ha... There's so much of new interesting things to do:
- **%^.....
- #@*!.......
- *&%^#......
-^%*$#!%^......
- *&^#$%&^........

items above are all censored in order to preserve my sanity!

OK, OK, I've changed my mind about volunteering to die first!
I will compile my new to-do list later.