And so it ended...the shortest balik kampung trip. Amri woke up in the morning and promptly started whining and crying. Fortunately, Tok Kie has already left on a business trip so Amri cut it out pretty quick.
Alif was in tears when we were leaving and refused to come out from his hiding place behind the sofa even though Amri was giving a million of promises about being back again very soon. These two boys had become almost inseperable.
We drove straight to Shah Alam with a few pit stop along the highway. By 4.30...we were already home. By 5pm...I had dinner bubbling on the stove. By 6pm, I was at aerobic class....dancing the accumulated holiday fat away.
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