La La Yang Tak Bersalah
Hish…taktau macam mana nak cerita ni, but yesterday, I did something awful and even I can’t even bear to repeat telling it to myself, let alone publishing it in this blog. The worst of all, I blame my criminal doing on La La. How I can reduce to that?
I got a phone call from Dr M yesterday (ni bukan Dr Mahathir ye…but the doctor that I’m doing my clinical work with) Dr M ni, haiyoo..kesiannya, selalulah bernasib malang walaupun hatinya baik.Her au pair decided to resign dengan serta merta that left her in a lurch with 3 anak kecik. Life get even worse dengan laki yang tak menolong walaupun masa membuat baby-baby tu, dialah yang play the biggest part.So, she called and asked might I be free to help, yelah, with 3 boys, yang kecik baru je belajar berjalan, yang second kecik ada learning difficulties so, in a way, to look after him is like looking after a baby, tak boleh kena tinggal langsung and the eldest, baru 9 years tapi, mengada-ngada nya mengalahkan budak kecik. I agreed lah, since I have not seen Sam since ages and Dr M is ever so nice to me.
I was looking after Sam most of the time while Dr M attend to the 2nd child yang special tu. Dalam pada watching him tu, I decided to menolong lah bits and pieces memandangkan rumah Dr M cam tongkang pecah.I was quite good though, jaga baby and then tidy up sikit-sikit (kau boleh, Kiah?) While Sam walking around, I pun lipat kain, susun suratkhabar (celaka bapaknya, dah baca, main cecampak aje) and kutip all the soft toys yang bergelimpangan sana-sini.But then I realised that while I was tidying up, Sam is pulling out all the things that I tidied, and so, I lifted him, gave him a little LaLa and sat him on that adult rocking chair.I then continue tidying up and cooing him from afar.
The next, Sam jatuh berdebup sampai I naik takut and ran fast to pick him up. The dentuman kepala dia atas lantai enough to made me rasa nak pengsan and out of shock, I must have screamed for him, sampai bapaknya pun datang.Sam was crying hard (why wouldn’t he…dah forehead, hidung mancung and his lips tersembam atas wooden flooring tu) I cuddled him…rubbed his head gently, feeling so guilty and angry, why was I so stupid to sat him on that high chair?
Bapaknya tanyalah what happened (understandably knew that his son fell over) …nak tau I jawab apa?
He tripped over his LaLa…
His father, noticed that I panicked and scared, said ‘Oh..don’t worry, it’ok..it’s ok’. I feel guilty even more…
I can’t sleep last night, thinking about what I’ve done…so careless and most importantly, so gutless!!! I blamed LaLa? Pengecut sangatkah aku sampai si Kuning Kecik yang tak bersalah tu jadi mangsa?