IF I HAVE MY OWN JET PLANE

If I have my own jet plane...
•I can come back to my home town anytime to meet my family & my in-laws
•I can attend my friend’s wedding at M'sia
•I can go to anywhere at anytime and don’t have to wait for departure, no more delay and so on..
•I can go to meeting or course and come back within one day trip without worrying about my kids...
But..it’s all just a dream..
Actually what trigger me to have my own jet plane was the final point which is I can go without worrying about my kids..
Last Wednesday, I was requested to attend a meeting in KL. It was a last-minute-decision that I only bought the flight ticket at 10 am while my flight departs at 2.30 pm on the same day!
PACKING
I reached home at 12.15 pm and have only 45 minutes for packing (i normally took days to pack; huhu)..in the rush, i managed to call hubby to come back, at least we can meet for a while before i left the him (and also to take care of the kids for 2 nights , huhu)..before leaving the house i left a short note on the fridge:
“papa, afnan, ayman;
Mama gi KL jap je, 2 mlm,
Take Care!
Loves; Mama”
Taxi arrived at 1 pm sharp. I asked Uncle to wait, at least i want to see my hubby before i leave. 10 mins later hubby arrived and we met for less than 4 mins; huhu..Inside the taxi going to airport, i took a deep breath, saying to myself “Be Strong, the kids would be fine with Papa”
KL
Reached KLIA, took ERL, went straight to KL Sentral checked in at Hilton. Went out to KL Sentral to buy dinner. The next day, woke up early, took bath, solat, packing, checked out, went to LRT station -> Pasar Seni ->Dayabumi ..had the meeting which finished by lunch time, apparently the invitation mentioned that the meeting will last at 5 pm! I tried to call Travel Agent to change my ticket to get an earlier flight back to BTU, however, it’s all does not work out..it’s either too complicated or I won’t be in time to catch the flight..really test my patience~
LUNCHEON
To calm down, I went out lunch with my close friends; emy, azra and joely (as promised)...and as all the four of us are mothers, the topics are the kids, breastfeeding, husband, family, kindergarten, baby sitter, maid! huhu..we chose to eat at air-cond indoor restaurant just underneath the building at least the conversation won’t be interrupted by the surrounding, hehe..i managed to overcome my sadness of not be able to come back after ‘borak-borak’ing with my friends. Thank you, friends!!!
AFTERNOON
Don’t know where to go, while my next flight would only be at 8.50 pm..azra offered to stay at her place for a while..at least I won’t be bored to go to KLIA straight away. So here comes, another round of cerita-ceriti, this time more detailed; hehe..emy & joely for sure were jealous as they cannot join; hehe (topics were: kids, first child, second child, family, college, cikgu, family planning, stress, fatigue, penyakit2, who’s gained weight, who’s lost weight, work, vitamins, marriage, friends, tantrums, third child? hehe) In short, we’ve covered so many topics..i think we can even write & sell books ;p..time passed so fast that I left for KL Sental around 3.30 pm.
KLIA
In the ERL to KLIA, I met with Berg Arif (hubby’s friend since high school). He's going back to Png. Then reached KLIA, I tried to catch earlier flight to Kuching, somehow I was the 13th stand-by person..What can I expect? Very low probability to get the 7 pm flight..felt so tired..I met a lady, she has waited at the airport since noon trying to get earlier flight but couldn’t and apparently her flight is at 10.45 pm! Dlm susah2 kita, actually ada lagi org lain yg lebih diuji..I should be thankful on what I’ve got..upon entering the departure, I met with Kak An (my former UTP’s senior), she was just arrived and waiting for her sis. I reached Sheraton at 11 pm. Very-very tired. I remember weighing myself on the weighing scale at the Hotel, and I've gained 2 kgs! hukhuk (tu laa mengata org lagi)
FRIDAY
I reached BTU at 8.25 am. I was happy as my hubby flight was on Saturday instead of Friday afternoon (at least we had a ‘better & proper handover’ o f the kids rather than just like ‘passing a baton’). From office, we took afnan from Nursery, he was happy to see me..took ayman from Mak Mah’s..Ayman looked at me, his forehead were frowning, then turn back to Mak Mah..Ya Allah, this was the first time I experienced my child refused me..I took him, he seemed wondering who’s holding him. Alhamdulillah it was not long that he quickly familiarised himself with me as I offered him ‘BF milk’...That night, we (hubby, the boys & i) went out for dinner together with Cicah (hubby’s sister) and we had Choco-Lava session; YUMM~~ This is as my appreciation to hubby of taking good care of afnan & ayman! To my kids, as much as I could, mama will try to avoid leaving you...I wish I can have my own Jet Plane, hehehe
Anyhow, here’s the journey for Ayman’s EBM. It was moved from one fridge to another:
Hilton’s – Dayabumi (MISC)’s- Dayabumi (level 8)’s- Asian (KLIA)’s- Sheraton’s – my home’s
BTW, papa is now in KL for Rugby Games..Go Papa Go! We’ll support you! Go Gas Go!