It was raining yesterday morning. But I had promised Fuzi earlier that I’d be fetching her and her kids at 9.30 am to shop for their schooling needs, and I didn’t want to be postponing things… and so the shopping had to go on!
But it didn’t rain too heavily by the time I reached their house. They were all ready, waiting outside their house, doors all locked. As with most of the PLHIV families under me, they always get ready before the promised time. Going jalan-jalan is not something they get to do often.
So yes, all 6 of them (Fuzi and her 5 children) got into my car. Fuzi and her youngest, Iwan, 5, at the front passenger seat, while her other 4 children aged 15,13,12 and 8 at the back. Thank goodness they’re all slim.
I had “Radio Indonesia” on all the way to the hypermarket. You see, Fuzi, an Indonesian, is very talkative, and so she talked all the way. I wish I could control the volume though… my, my, her volume was LOUD!
Anyway, yesterday wasn’t the first time I brought them shopping for their schooling needs. This was already the 3rd time, so they already knew what to look for when we reached the hypermarket – 2 pairs of uniforms, socks, 1 pair of shoes, school bag, stationeries and whatever other schooling necessities.
Iwan, not schooling yet, was quite a good boy. Despite seeing his siblings getting all sorts of things, and him not getting a thing, he wasn’t really bothered. He just enjoyed himself having his siblings push the trolley around with him inside. But at the stationeries department, he selamba-ly took a piece of cartoon sticker and put it inside the trolley. It was just RM2 anyway, so whaaaddaheck!
I then took them for lunch, and this time Iwan got to choose what he wanted. At the counter, it was Fuzi who ordered the stuff her children wanted. Imagine the look on the face of the guy who took the order when Fuzi, in her Indonesian accent, talked loudly and at a very fast pace, “Nasi goreng kampong satu! Nasi goreng USA satu! Nasi goreng paprik satu! Nasi goreng biasa satu! Nasi ayam satu!”
“Pelan, pelan… sebut satu-satu! Kawan tu nak tulis pun tak sempat!” I told her. The guy at the counter just smiled. Indeed, he was still holding the pen and piece of paper… nothing written on it yet…
Fuzi’s boys had always been the “wandering” type. It was Ijam and Iwan who made the “disappearing act” during our Family Day at Lost World of Tambun in August this year. This time, after they finished their food, they went wandering again. They even went up at the “going down” escalator. Not wanting any of them to make their disappearing act again, I got up and told them it was time to go home as I had other things to do.
Ah well, after 6 rounds of shopping so far, here are the receipts… worth well over RM3K of claims…