baba oh mama

salamun 'alayk

there are some things that are weird about the Egyptian. most of them think and talk according to their head ONLY. it's hard for them to accept others' opinion; and that leads to a hyper-quarrel a.k.a. fight. even for small matters. astaghfirullah al'aziim..

scene #1

it happened a couple weeks ago.

the bell rang. spying through the narrow hole there on the door (i don't know what it is called), oh, its baba. thought that if he wanted to add more stuff to our house (a tv maybe?). then my adik kecil here went to open that door. so here goes the story..

"this evening there will be a man who will set up the washing machine for you." said baba.

adik kecil looked at me and so did i. silence.

actually, we have done it by ourselves a night before. yes, we; the girls did it (proud for a sec..hoho). because baba promised to call the technician a day after the washing machine arrived,but no one turn out for the very next day. we had bundles of unwashed clothes for nearly a week. so i decided (as kapten of the team) to set it up by our own selves; thought that baba had forgot and won't mind if it ever happen. it worked well and we had our 1st wash without any prob.

but when baba found out, he was SO pissed off. standing by the door he said repeatedly,
"ghalat!! this is ghalat!! i told you to wait, sah??"

we both were stunned and had no idea to explain more. then he left with anger.

adik kecil was about to cry after she got scolded by baba.

and even more bad thing happened; a few minutes later, mama came and "attack" us.

"li maza?? di ghasallah gadid! antum amal eyh?? eyh di?? eyh di??!!" the thunder voice of mama broke the silence. imagine it happened for about 10 minutes.

she asked me to repacked the washing machine as same as its initial condition(watta?? how am i gonna do it since the box was spoiled due to the heavy weight of the machine and all the polestrine were cut into pieces?? ). and more unfortunately, she told us that they will take it back from us and won't supply anything more after this. nauzubillah..

they left and adik kecil ran into my bedroom. crying.

you know why? because mama and baba spoke totally in arabic and only this girl who understand well. therefore she felt the pain more than i did. pity her. it was my idea, really.

i tried to console her and decided to buy a new one with my money. sure, because it was totally my impatience idea.

a few seconds later, baba came again; with a man behind. well, farewell my fully automatic pink Toshiba. so long, pal.

but it happened in opposite way. that man (the technician) came to set up the machine; not to take it back to his stores. after done checking, he said that kullu kuwais, ma fish mushkillah.

so baba left the machine to us. alhamdulillah..thet're not mad at us anymore.
plus, my money was saved!

syukrillah~

farah' dictionary ~,~

ghalat: wrong
sah: right
di ghasallah gadid: this is a new machine
antum amal 'eyh: what have you done
eyh da: what is that
kullu kuwais: everthing
mafish muhkillah: no prob