i was arranging the periuk in the kitchen when khaleef broke a glass. i took some newspaper, swept the area, mopped and double-checked for any escaped shards of glass. and yet khaleef stepped on one.
it was horrible!
here's how it happened: he stepped on something. then i saw his face changed, yet there weren't any tears. i suspected he stepped on kaca but how come he's goin out of the kitchen instead of mengadu to me? he tip-toed to the front hall and i saw little droplets of blood. man, i was the one who panicked!
khaleef was cool as ever. his face was contorted in pain, but he didn't cry at all. i think he was just worried. and rasa pedih. i sat him down and checked the cut. it was a small one, but quite deep. that explains the blood. the only thing he said when he saw the blood was -
while i applied dettol antiseptic cream, he was still looking at the bloody tissue paper while saying "owwmyydodd... daaarahhhh..." then i put the snake plaster and he was already chatting away about snakes. he's fine!
i called the bapak and mengadu - mr. khairul said, "hindustan betul khaleef ni."
he didn't cry so there's no need to pujuk - but to make my khaleef feel better i gave him ice-cream. and eventhough he is usually never allowed a second helping, (he always, always ask, with the nicest 'please' just in case he can get another bowl, but he never does get - yes, i can be cruel) this time i gave in.
he got his second bowl of ice-cream. enjoyed it while admiring his funny 'snake' plaster.
at the time of writing he's hanging out with kahfi watching peter pan after a hot shower. kahfi is getting ready for his bath time. khaleef checks out his 'wound'. he turns to me and said, confidently:
"mak..........don't worry. sakit don't worry."
my heart skips a beat. he's telling me not to worry. good boy, khaleef. good boy.