We went for a trip to the elusively sardine-packed KB Mall. There was a Digi promotion going on there, and those walking yellow weird thingy was there. Two of them.

I saw kiddies snapping pictures with them. The walking yellow weird thingy grinned and happily distribute yellow balloons with their happy faces on them.

Walking yellow weird thingy was never my thing. Them and those weirdly yellow painted face. Huge belly. Eerie smiles.

I felt the sudden urge to puke. And punch those protruding bellies. Smirk evilly in victory and walk away after committing those crimes.

But no, Atiqah is a good girl. Just walk away and treat herself to ice cream after ceasing the urge to kick those walking yellow weird thingy.

When they went to buy Hazim and Yaya’s school uniform, I excused myself to buy Fish Burger at the Bakery [RM2]. Man, I hadn’t had my lunch.

After that, I was thirsty. As I sauntered towards the ice cream bar, Hakim toddled behind me.

"Angah nak beli ais krim."

"Hakim nak!"

"Kita share, ye?"

"Tak nak! Hakim nak makan sendiri!"

"Angah nak beli seringgit je. Share."

"Okay la."

"Angah pegang."

"Hakim nak pegang!"

"Angah pegang."

"Hakim nak pegang!"

"Biar. Angah makan sorang."

"Okey la okey la."

So I bought the RM1 choc-chip vanilla, since plain vanilla was not available. What a pity.

I paid and I licked. Hakim screamed. "Hakim nak pegang!"

"Angah pegang."

"Hakim nak!"

"Sape yang bayar?"

"Hakim!"

"Pandai betul…"

I sighed and licked.

He screamed.

I licked.

He screamed.

I sighed.

I stooped to his height and said, "Angah belikan yang baru."

He stopped. We walked away, hand in hand. He protested, gesturing towards the ice cream bar behind us.

"Angah beli tempat lain. Sini tak de ais krim dalam bekas."

We arrived at the other ice cream bar, the pink one called Dairy something. He scurried happily forward.

I licked and frowned at the price tag.

I leaned forward and studied the flavour available.

"Angah, cepat la beli!"

"Tunggu la. Nak pilih."

I chose the cookies and cream flavour and dug my Doraemon purse for the RM3 bill. Took the ice cream for the unsmiling cashier and gave it to grinning-all-over dearest little baby brother clad in a khaki jeans and black and white layered tee. Well, that’s how I describe it. Hakim call it baju raya.

I sighed in defeat. "Tak masuk akal langsung. Beli ke sendiri ais krim harga RM1, beli ke Hakim RM3…"

"Hah?" He asked from behind the pink ice cream spoon.

I didn’t do myself justice by going with the family. Everyone got something paid for them, except our independent miss here. [Mir got a new MP3, Hazim uniform, Harith uniform, Yaya a freaking pink shoes which won't be used at all, Hakim ice cream and whatsit]

I didn’t even get the black shirt I wanted. Pfft.

Mom said she’ll only buy a black leather shoes for my college. I wanted a sneakers. Where is the justice? Where is the love?

Pfft.

So I wasted around RM6 for food. Yeah, great. Just great.

Wishing you guys a happier day ahead.