There was a flurry of activities leading to the weekend. There was MrM's half sister's wedding to go to Friday night and delivery of the Nordic Track cross trainer and the pre-ordered beds for Zarif and Aliah on Thursday and Friday, respectively. Of course addressing kids schooling needs, the usual uniforms, shoes, underwear that we have been postponing was done on Friday too.
A case of too many things culminating into the last two days of the week.
Emak looks almost her normal self after being discharged. No more vomiting blood, having appetite to eat, and having energy to talk. A clear indicator to me is when she asked for Harith in her customary "Mano budak putih tu?". After so much brouhaha over whether the Yaasin recital should be done raised by Kak Cik, Mak apparently was happy that the recital was done in her house. I think Mak likes the commotion that comes with having a little do in Paroi, even though a Yaasin recital. Having us around, the grandchildren, the great grandchildren, the noise, the sound of the zikir after Yaasin, somehow makes her happy. Something to look forward to. We all need that. And at this stage of my mother's illness, I am certainly not stopping the simple pleasures that life accords her now.
Saturday was the wedding reception of MrM's half-sister. I decided not to go, using Mak as an excuse and also knowing that Pyl was coming over to visit Mak. And Saturday was indeed a good day, meeting a longtime friend, having late lunch with her at Nelayan, and with the heavy downpour, lunch became tea with goreng pisang and keledek. After having rice and masak lemak cili api, mind you.
Once the rain subsided to a level where we can go out, get into the car without getting drenched, Pyl and I left Nelayan to head to Mak's house in Paroi.
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