how i broke my back

omar : 'omar suka la pegi masjid ni.'

me : 'mm, seronok kan. omar kang duduk diam je tau.'

so we were la-la-la-la, holding hands, and i said wait, mami nak ambik gambar lagi...

maghrib time ; all d payung were folded up.

such a magnificent view kan.

apart from 'hati berbunga2' when it comes to having a crush,

(with leonardo-lah...)

(orang lain tolong jgn perasan...haha)

dis is a different level of 'hati berbunga2'.

then omar said, "wow, cantiknye mami..."

ok, for a moment i thought he said i was cantik.

(blogger perasan takpe...)

then when we were in, i asked him to sit next to me, and said, 'jgn bergerak pls.'

true enough, he didnt, BUT!!
during tahiyat akhir, i felt like he was leaning towards me.

'eh mcm nk tido je mamat ni...'

after salam, ye betol!!

so i was thinking, 'maghrib baru nk start ni. camno?'

so i laid him down, our "ponjot" kasut was used as his pillow, and i continued.

maghrib pun habis.

what now?

i definitely cant say 'damn!'

to carry a 20-kilo chubby boy kan, masha-Allah, orang yg pernah dukung dia je la yg tahu betapa patahnye pinggang nk ngangkat dia.

so i did semayang hajat, supaya dipermudahkan laluan sambil mendukung si gemok ni.

orang ramai toksah cakap la kan.

takpe, sabar sabar.

dugaan ni.

so i carried him, sambil mumbling, 'susah betol la papa ni tkde phone.'

(baru habis semayang dh tambah dosa)

and carry him i did.

mind u, i had to stop halfway coz needed to put on my sandals. and menyarung sandals sambil dukung ok.

along the way i heard quite a few 'masha Allah'.

but hey, rania didnt call me a superwoman for nothing.

smp hotel, kena tekan button, tunggu lif, masuk lif, keluar lif, seluk poket seluar for room keys, and d moment i put him down, he opened his eyes.

fuiyoh, best giler!

panting, i said, 'u'd better sleep omar...'

he smiled and continued sleeping.

ME : 'scratched head......' '....dia ni nk buat kelakar ke apa........'

(dlm hati, uish, banyak pahala den ari ni...)

hihihi...