My little boy was still down with fever. When I came home yesterday evening, his body was burning hot. I gave him 5ml of Neurofen and put him to bed, but he refused to sleep though his eyes were half-closed by then. Never mind.
At 8pm, MrN came back from work. "I don't want to eat tonite coz I've had nasi lemak tadi petang". Ok, this after I've struggled in the kitchen to prepare his favourite "pechal" (I mean, not really struggled lah... I bought the ready-made kuah and just poured hot water to mix it. The sayur2, I asked the maid to prepare. Hey, I had to look after Nizzar, ok?!)
Anyway, tak nak makan tak apa. So I told him, "Since you're not eating, can you look after this boy sekejap, while I go down and eat?" We were in the bedroom at that time, and Nizzar was on our bed. He said, "Ok."
So, I pun turun. Dengan happynya I called N*dira and the maid to join me for dinner coz the three of us memang suka pechal. Tup, tup, baru nak makan sesuap nasi, I heard the little boy's voice downstairs. "Eh, how come this boy is downstairs pulak?" I asked N*dira. "Baba suruh bawak turun." There goes my peaceful meal...
After dinner, we all sat in the living room to watch TV. Baru nak put up my feet on the stool to relax, MrN complained, "Kaki I sakit lah yang.. tolong picit, boleh?" Sigh... ok lah, I tolong picit. Kesian pulak tengokkan husband I ni, dah lah baru baik demam.
About 10pm, we all went upstairs coz I wanted to take my shower. The little boy followed us. I changed him first into his pyjamas and made him a bottle of milk so that he was ready for bed. Then I told MrN, "Could you please look after him while I take my shower?" He said ok. Great!
I love the precious little time I spent in the bathroom. It's the only place where I can be alone. It's my private sanctuary. But tonight was a different story. Less than 2 mins in there, I could hear a commotion outside.
"Nizzar! Don't do that!!" (I knew Nizzar was playing with either the remote control or the light switches).
"Nizzar! Stop it!! (I could hear MrN running around after him).
"Nizzar! No!!!!!" (Gedegang! Something fell!)
"Alah budak ni......No!!!!!
"Nizzar!!! Go outside !!(his voice was very loud)
Then, I heard Nizzar crying. Sobbing... coughing... all at the same time. I remained silent in the bathroom.
I think after this, MrN felt a bit guilty for yelling at the boy, so he pujuk the little monster. It was quiet for a while. I could hear Nizzar's intermittent cough and MrN singing the Barney song to him, when suddenly I heard:
"Whoop@##@@!!!" (the boy threw up!)
"Nooooo...!!!!!" (MrN screamed)
"Sri!!!!" (that's my maid's name)
"Nadira!!!" (that's my daughter)
Nizzar began crying out loud. MrN was screaming for the maid !
I was still sitting on the throne at that time, less than 5 mins after I went in, but I had to get out and see what happened. I grabbed a towel and stormed out of the bathroom.
I saw Nizzar crying on his baba's lap.
"He threw up on me!" said MrN.
"Ya lah, then get something lah to clean it up!"
"Macamana nak clean up? He threw up on me!"
(Tak de nya threw up on him. His kain kena sikit je, Nizzar's pyjamas yang were all soaked)
I said, "You ni kan, I suruh you jaga dia sekejap je, itu pun tak boleh!"
MrN kept quiet.
I picked up the little boy from his lap and cleaned him up. I changed his pyjamas and wiped off the vomit, and then I passed him to the maid. MrN was busy fussing over his kain pelikat yang terkena Nizzar's vomit. I couldn't care less.
After shower, I jumped onto bed and lull Nizzar to sleep. MrN was on the bed as well, but he was facing away from me and his hand was pressing his legs that were hurting (hoping that I would offer to massage). But I pretended I didn't see it. I was too angry to care!
Sorry, babe... not tonight!!