Umar had been pestering us to get him a b-daman for so long. He, infact had saved up RM15.50 to buy it himself. The money comes from all sources, Pak Min, Mok De, and of course, our small changes.
He finally got what he wanted yesterday. I thought the toy is just like belas-belas ringgit, but the husband said, it might not last long if we buy him the pasar malam ones.
So we went to Jusco last night. Oh-Em-Gee, the one he choose costed us RM42.50 (or something like that).
Tapi we bought one for Hamzah too. Tak syiok la main sorang-sorang kan. Hamzah’s was a bit cheaper. Still, it kopak la jugak akak.
Ingatkan benda alah ni dah siap, rupanya nak kena pasang-pasang. And the instructions was on Japanese.
Sang suami buatkan si Hamzah punya manakala aku buatkan Si Umar punya. Sekali dah siap pasang semua, tengok tak jadi.
Triple joy eh gilo.
Aku nak betulkan tapi sang suami kata esok boleh sambung. Maka tidurlah aku dengan kepala berserabut memikirkan cara nak pasang B-Daman dengan betul.
The husband teased me saying that i wouldn’t be able to sleep last night because of the unsuccessful installation, but he was even worst. I saw him you-tubing B-Daman before i went to bed.
Normally, when i return from work, i would go wash myself and pray and lepak-lepak after that.
Somehow, the routine changed today. I reached home, and straight away repaired the B-daman.
And i finally succeeded. Just before Maghrib.
Then there’s another problem. To play B-daman, one needs at least a marble. Ye, guli kak non. And you know, guli tu kecil. Senang melantun pun ya.
Jadi kerja aku dah bertambah pula.
Cari guli lepas budak-budak ni tembak.
So please, please, please mothers out there. Janganlah belikan B-Daman untuk anak-anak kalau nak stay sane.