The car stereo was going a tad too loud, the traffic was going a hundred tads too slow, my mind was running a million tads too fast and Kitreena was speaking in a voice a thousand tads too soft. The moment I turned to look at her in the back seat she was already in tears.
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What did I forget, Monch?
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But my gentle-hearted Monchy was a tad too frustrated to repeat herself. I turned the Red FM off despite dying to finish listening to that depressingly negative “…but it’s alright because I like the way it hurts…” song.
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Come on baby, could you say that again please? Did I leave something at home? What did I forget? Come on sayang. I am listening now…
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My hugs, Maaaaa!
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Ohhhh tedahhh! Sayang Mommy. Mujhe maaff karte, Booty.
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My tears came rolling down a million tads faster than the traffic on Jalan Ampang.
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To beat the morning rush and stay ahead of time, Monchies and I have made an agreement to exchange our hugs at home, before taking off for school. And because dropping them off now is just a drive-by – they are escorted from the car to the gate – I don’t have to leave my steering wheel. Hence, no hugging smooching Iloveyou-ing seeyouattwoo’clocking scenes at school anymore. But today we missed our hugging session at home. (We hugged and kissed in the car, though.)
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That’s it! I am waking up earlier tomorrow.
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Questa è Enida 
eh i spot a bit bahasa sarawak there… hehe we also used the term ” oh tedahhh” .. goin to hugs my mama after tis 🙂
It warms my heart to know you went and hugged your Mama, dear!
I actually use quite a bit of Sarawak expressions with me Monchies, among others:
Kenak di polah cam ya?
Aiihhh ne thank you, ne?
Iboh cam ya! or Sikmok!
I simply LOVE the language! The people and the state!
aww, my tears came rolling down too.