It's a no joke when my bro called my mum and my mum told my dad and my dad called me & asked me to go to hospital to talked to the doc, to ask about the operation. Seriously I almost died-ed on the spot. I called a good fren, just to find out waddahell is that thing. Or maybe issit necessary to have THE operation. I was getting ready my speech & arguments for the doctor to listen.
Alamak.. All that readiness to get bitchy wasnt necessary. On reaching to KK with the swollen pair of eyes, thinking the worst of the situation, it turned out to be a different kind of operation. Not the cutting up kind of operation. That sewel selenger bacin called the whole procedure, an operation.
Typical kental si mamat tu. Tulah suruh gie skolah, tak nak. And now ngada ngada wanna use bombastic words. Bangau tul!
After the wrong usage of word, I decided to stay and asked the doctor what is going on MYSELF. And I took a half day off and have to come back to work specially, just to understand the whole thing or the whole operation. errrr...
Like everyone was thinking that I am the WIFE.. Hello....
It was very tempting to tell the doc, the social worker, the nurse that I was there because some idiot tried to panic everyone (my mum, my dad, my sister, my aunties, my fiancee, my buddy) just by trying to use one bombastic word that I dun think he even understood the meaning.
And now I have to be there because none in the family can depend on the idiot's words.
You know what.
I may not know how to change diapers.
I may not know how to cook.
But you know what... I am quite sure of one thing. I am going to be a great mother.
I hope.
Hua hua hua....
Really...