How to break a heart

“Hi handsome,” I called, searching for his eyes which was cast downward.

“Hi handsome,” I said again, now that he was looking straight at me, making sure it was him I was addressing.

“Hi handsome,” and again I said, because he was looking so very sweet smiling so shyly… I got your attention now, sweetheart.

“Tak, tak handsome pun aunty didi!” a sudden burst from the brother. I looked away from Syamil and turned my eyes to this intruder.

“Memang lah aunty didi tak handsome, aunty didi perempuan. Perempuan cantik.” There you go, Ain, my champion.

“Apa masalah Abang ni? Ni mesti jealous aunty tak cakap abang yang handsome, kan….” I didn’t say all this harshly, you know. I was just… menyakat. Menyakat is my middle name, did I ever tell you that? Eh, tak tak. My middle name is Dyana. Haha.

Of course, after I said this, others joined in.

“Ha, nak suruh cakap abang pun handsome ea…” I’m not the only aunt he has. =p

But then, Mom called so I went to the kitchen, preparing the food that had to be packed, finding a suitable bag to put them into, etc. You know, all the fuss when you’re about to travel far. Then, Ain came and pulled my hand.

“Aunty didi, abang dah nangis.” Aik?

I came back to see Nono and Ina trying to console Abang, but then, he didn’t want to be consoled. He wanted to cry.

“Aunty didi yang buat Abang!!!!” sob, sob. Alahai, senangnya dia kecil hati. Got that from me, is it? See how simple it is to make a guy cry? This little guy, anyway. This is how to break a heart, as Westlife would've told you. HAHAHA.

Mom told everyone to leave Syafiq alone, and to go get ready for the journey. “How come nothing is put in the cars yet?” and on and on… And I told them to leave Syafiq alone, because, obviously, since it was allegedly I who made him cry – I should be the one to comfort him back.

But all I wanted to do then was laugh. Ok, I did laugh first.

You think I went and say, “Abang sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry, etc etc, do you? You wish.

This is what I did. I brought Syamil upstairs and took all the chocolate and sweets I got from the kenduris, telling Syamil to give some to Abang and tell him aunty didi says sorry. But when that didn’t work –

“Abang, cepatlah. Tengok ni. Cantik tak baju aunty didi pakai ni. Tolonglah abang, aunty didi tak tahu ni.” HAHAHA. Vain, I know, but it worked some. Don't throw up here, ok? =p

He looked up from the pillow he used to cover his face, but said nothing. The next thing I did when I see him again was to give him bags to put in the car and told him to help me adjust the seats so Syamil would be comfortable. Walla, he helped me fine all right. Shyly, though. HAHAHA.

The consolation part is almost as easy as the making him cry part. I can’t believe he’s eight already. So rarely that I got to see him, I didn’t really know this guy. I know only certain things, like – he’s as moody as I am – HAHA.

Hey, do you remember this post?

Thursday, September 20, 2007, Johor

I was really angry this afternoon. Angry and exasperated that I told him I was never going to talk to him again. Big NO, so please don’t even bother asking me to translate the dialogue or whatever game you were playing on that PS2. I was not going to ask you to eat, and in fact, I was never going to ask you to do anything, so that’s THAT.


Then I went upstairs into my room, or Ain’s room to be precise, and packed my bag. I’m going to leave tomorrow anyway, so why not get packed earlier. I shut the door and noiselessly minding my own business, when silently I heard the room’s door creaked open, and a small dark head appeared. I ignored it completely and he went away. Not ten minutes later, the same little head emerged again, this time with a small, i-am-sorry voice,

“aunty didi… abang nak makan… boleh tak suapkan abang makan?...”

And you know what, I don’t have the heart to ignore him again. Hah. So I stood up (though still a little coldly) and take the small hand down the stairs, get him the food I prepared earlier (which at that time, he refused to eat, bawling to his dad on the phone, “abang tak suka, tiap-tiap hari makan sup ayam je!”), while he continued his chatting, saying, “lepas makan abang nak minum susu, pastu nak baca spelling abang”. Wow, suddenly a very good boy.

So you see, what getting angry and yelling couldn’t do, a little sulking could.

With ain though, it’s a bit different. She’ll ignored me most of the time when I use my usual tone in asking her to do anything, but if I use the mak-tiri tone, though she never take me as seriously angry, she’ll concurred quietly with that smile on her face. Though if mak-tiri method fails, there’s always “budak baik macam Nabilla selalu ikut cakap aunty dia” or “princess kena duduk betul-betul, cakap baik-baik and tak jerit-jerit tau..” haha.

Never thought taking care of a pair of children can be that tricky.

Anyway, I wanted to say more, but this little boy and girl is at this moment climbing on this office chair I’m sitting on, asking me what I’m doing and urging me to hurry.

“aunty buat ape ni?”

“buat kerja aunty”

“sape yang suruh aunty buat kerja ni? Yang kat KL hari tu ke”

“tak lah”

“kerja aunty ni takkan abis sampai bila-bila ke?

“kenapa? Abang nak suh aunty buat ape?”

“takdelah, nanti ain tido abang tak nak tinggal sorang-sorang”

“tapi kan ain tak tido lagi, nanti dia tido abang panggil la aunty”

(giving me a sulking face) “okla….”

I had had lots of laughter living with my niece and nephew here, well lots of exasperating moments too for sure, even feeling harassed sometimes, but hey, they are only children. They make you mad and then they win you over again with their sweet charm...

Anyway, I’m going to start working this Sunday so I’m going back to KT. One thing for sure, I’m really going to miss them. Even though they’ll forget me in no time at all..

And here they come again, so I really got to go.

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That, was three years ago?

By the way, Abang, one day you'll be big enough to read this, well, I know you already read some. Just know that we love you, ok? Aunty Didi loves you~ <3
:)