7th November 2010

It was a grey morning when Bulan opened her eyes. The clock showed 7.30. She could smell burgers being grilled..makes her mouth water. It would be Thin Man or Big Man..sigh, what will the state of the kitchen be like..Switch switch switch..good morning Bayang, she said to the little black four legged whiskered creature at her feet. He was such a scraggly little thing when Zhandra picked him up by the road side. Straight to the bathroom to shower..that is her morning habit now. And she made a mental note

1) Diary

2) Breakfast

3) Work

4) Invoice

5) worry about the rest later.

She dressed and descended the steps. These steps must be swept, she thought, and so do the steps leading down to the basement. True enough, Big Man was in front of the TV gobbling up his double stacker. She went to the kitchen..not too bad. She started sweeping and clearing up last night’s dishes that were on the rack. Perhaps nasi lemak would be good today. Let’s see, we have anchovies, ok, Nasi lemak it shall be. Coffee and orange juice. Grand. Her phone rang. It was mother. She said she wanted to come..and Bulan had to say she is going out. What else could she say. Guilt slithered up her spine and engulfed her like suffocating smoke. She can’t have Zhandra confined to her room till evening. So she told Mother, once she came home, she would call. Mother sounded dissappointed and Bulan’s heart sank.

Maggie and Hooz returned in time for breakfast. Then Maggie had to get ready for her sports training. She lamented last week that she wasn’t selected for this year’s match and out of dissapointment Bulan said, Ok , Maggie, you don’t have to go anymore. A sudden glow of satisfaction spread over Maggie’s face and Bulan knew she was manipulated. So today, she sat her foot down and said Maggie has to go. Maggie remained glued to her seat..that by the time Moonty came to pick her up she was still glued to that seat. After much persuasion and not very diplomatic coaxing from Big Man who said you are so lucky to have people encouraging you to play sports. I was good, but your dad stopped me every step of the way..be thankful Maggie..she got up and slammed the door. Bulan had to send her to her training.

When Bulan returned, she called Mother and served her nasi lemak. Mother went...sigh..Nasi Lemak pun Nasi Lemak la...(sigh..Nasi lemak will do). Bulan bit her tongue and told herself service to your Mother is like service to God. She loved you when you were little and helpless, Bulan, who are you to say anything.

Just after dinner, Cutie Pie came in from the back yard whimpering..her back was lifted in pain. Bulan picked her up and looked at it..there is no doubt, Cutie Pie was raped....

What am eventful day..how great to be alive :)