Gone again..

Yes, after a good 2 weeks break with the family, Hubby took off late last night for Nottingham again. I was bracing myself for the hysterical wails and tears from my soon- to-be 4 years old son when Hubby went down to the Immigration counters, because this boy had been extremely close with his Ayah for the last two weeks, and had expressed his desire to follow Ayah back to 'Nottinghome' (that's what he calls Nottingham) a few times for the past few days.

His reasons to follow Ayah were always:

"Mummy always marah-marah...Ayah tak marah..."

"Mummy naughty...Mummy cubit....Ayah tak naughty....Tak cubit..."

"Mummy cubit sakit..."

"Ayah's house has Tom & Jerry game... Ben 10 game..."

"Ayah's house has snow...I want to make snow man, make snow angel, play with snow ball..."

So, last night, his Ayah has made a pact with him that Mummy won't be naughty, won't 'marah' and he would bring him a lot of toys the next time he comes back for a short break.. And that cheered him up a bit, hence no buckets of tears were shed last night.. hehe...

Here's hoping for the reunion again, hopefully somewhere in May, insyaAllah....