About a month ago, Sister 3 sprained her ankle. But her bedroom was in dire need of cleaning. Knowing that no amount of money would ever make me clean it, she smartly bargained the task of sending Brother to school. For a month, she will take on the responsibiliy.
I couldn’t say no to that. That’s an extra half an hour of sleep. It was reallya sweet deal, …if she didn’t cheat me.
While enjoying my after Subuh slumber on one fine morning, Brother frantically woke me up and told me he’d be ready in 10 minutes. I remember mumbling something about Sister 3 was supposed to send him and he said something about a late night. I grumbled some more, then he told me that he’s ready.
I grumpily put on my jubah and threw on a shawl, grabbed my wallet and phone, and kicked things out of my way. When taking the car keys in the kitchen drawer, I (again) kicked a chair and slammed shut the drawer. I shoved the keys into the key slot of the kitchen door, cursing and kicking the cat who was trying to get in while I was trying to get out. While starting the car, I nagged at Brother because I was fuming at Sister 3 for breaking her promise. Groggily I drove while (still) grumbling and nagging at how unfairness she was being. Only after I was halfway, Brother spoke up. I looked at him and snarled “What?!” He mouthed something but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. The traffic light was red, so I turned and focused on him. I heard him say “Jom.”
I was confused. Jom where exactly? We were already on our way. He spoke a little louder, “dah lambat ni.” The next thing I know, a clear image shot up upon me. It was blurry one second, then total darkness, then blurry again and then I saw a figure staring at me from the doorway of my bedroom. He repeated, “JOM.”
It turned out that I was actually still on my bed, DREAMING of the whole sequence. I have yet to get up and get the task done. Gaaargh, stupid dream. I was a lot nicer when awake though.
