We've just got back from visiting the cemetery in which Abah and Nenek are buried, and then arranging for Aziz to get a hard mattress to lie on when he comes out of hospital. We visited him yesterday in the main hospital at Melaka where he's lying with what looks to me, speaking from bitter experience, as a slipped disk. When we saw him at the shop on Thursday he was complaining of a back problem and it's obviously escalated since then. Now he can barely sit up, poor guy.
And later it seems we will be taking back to Singapore with us a houseguest, in the shape of Rozaidah's little one, Afnan, who'll need to stay with us - assuming the arrangement works - whilst his mother is hospitalised to ensure the safe development of her second pregnancy. Just how the child reacts to being taken away by two strangers, almost, remains to be seen. I'm cheerfully confident Noi will find a way to cope, even if I can't.
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