We stopped off at Mak’s house in Melaka yesterday to pick up Ayu and stayed for a few hours. Mak and Abba looked well and it was good to see Sulis, back from Indonesia again. According to Noi she’s happy to be in Malaysia again and her own children accept that she needs to work abroad. I can’t help but feel uneasy about what those children really feel about all this though. We had news there of a traffic jam along the highway and it was painfully accurate, caused, I think, by the sheer volume of traffic heading into the city in what is a holiday week here (for the schools.) There were quite a few Singapore-registered vehicles on the road also, doing much the same as us, I guess.
Poor Fafa threw up a couple of times in a journey that took three times as long as it normally would. Fortunately Mak Ndak had prepared for this likelihood, equipping the unfortunate kid with several plastic bags to fill up. Ayu, in the meantime, slept through the whole journey and was distinctly sulky when we arrived on the hill and went for something to eat, at first refusing to get out of the car. Oddly enough, when we finally reached the house she came to life and was happily dancing around with Fafa, also recovered from her ordeal, as Noi and I unloaded and got the place into some sort of shape. I’m told the kids were up until three this morning listening to music (having both slept in the car quite extensively at various times during the day.)
This morning we went for a late breakfast on the hill and then it was home to blazing heat, a nap here and there, and the girls scurrying about the place pursuing their odd, noisy delights, though it must be said that both have been doing a bit of schoolwork and Uncle B has to re-learn some science and maths in order to provide assistance. Later we’re off to KLCC to buy Ayu a swimming costume and generally lounge about enjoying the utter happiness of having nothing that we really have to do and doing it really well.
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