I flew in to Langkawi in the morning, rented a car and checked into a hotel .
I had planned it (check into a hotel) with Aiman days earlier on what we were going to do together when I visit.
The plan was, after picking him up, we would come back to the hotel to order room service as Aiman wouldn't have had his lunch yet when l pick him up as he would have just be done with his Friday prayers.
When we came back to the hotel, we found the price of a simple fried kuew teow to be too expensive at RM26 a plate.
I suggested to Aiman that we just have lunch at a restaurant nearby, but Aiman was tired and sleepy. He just wanted to stay in the hotel room. So I went down and got us each Fried Rice.
Aiman finished his Fried Rice in minutes. LOL!
He must be really hungry, it being 3.00pm already. Either that, or the Fried Rice must have really tasted nice compared to the meals he has been having at his Asrama. *grin*
After lunch, Aiman set himself up on the bed to watch football on TV, something he missed very much.
I gave him until 4.00pm to watch TV as I wanted him to take a short nap when he complained that he was tired and sleepy, having had a very active week the week before.
He managed to get at least 40 minutes of nap time. I felt sorry for him when I had to wake him up at 5.00pm, seeing how deep in sleep he was. But we had to get going.
I still needed to take him to the barber as he needed to have a hair cut before I send him back to school. He has to be back before 6.00pm.
However, when we got to the barber, there was a long queue. We hardly had 30 minutes to spare before I had to send him back to school. So we decided to abandon the idea of getting a hair cut for that day and we headed straight to his school.
When we got to his school, it was 5.40pm. I wanted to stay in the car awhile to chit chat with him some more, but he was anxious and eager to join his friends for a game of badminton.
When we talk on the phone, he tells us that wants us to come visit. When we come visit, he is in a hurry to go back to his dorm! *sigh*
As I see him walk into his school building, I cannot help but feel a lump in my throat. I miss my baby already.
I consoled myself by saying that at least he looked more settled than he was just 2 weeks ago, on the phone, when he was calling me, crying, not wanting me to go home as I was getting ready to board the plane after just dropping him off in school just an hour earlier.