one day at grand city restaurant pj....after seven month losing my beloved communicator at UMMC..
daddy : i missed my communicator...the one that you always use to sms mama....
iyra : where is it?
daddy : i lost it at UMMC...in a single room ward. ..ah
iyra : you didnt loose it....you left it
daddy : how do you know ?
iyra : ya...you always put under your pillow what....
daddy : yelah ...i put it when i doozed off due to the effect of the antibiotic....
iyra : no....all the time...i noticed it
daddy : yelah ...for safety reason...but that day..i put it on the table
iyra : you put under your pillow...and when the nurse changed the bed sheet...it fell down...maybe under the bed...daddy...go and search for it....mesti ada
daddy : (what ???? after seven months..you must be joking)...never mind...i lost it already...
iyra : so....
daddy : when duit jatuh dari langit...i will buy a new one....
iyra : (puzzled) duit jatuh dari langit tu apa daddy
daddy : when i have money lah...
iyra : money can fall from the sky ..ah daddy
daddy : never mindlah....eat your roti canai..
iyra : (terus makan tapi macam tak puas hati je.....)
daddy : (pity on her....tak patut....tapi yang lebih tak patut ialah orang sihat yang mengambil kesempatan atas orang sakit....ada ke yang nak bagi communicator free....UMMC nak ganti ke?)
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