Rushing

Had a meeting late yesterday. Kept on looking at my handphone.. not waiting for any calls neither do smses, but instead I'm more concern about the time. The digital time keep on moving.. adding up my worries... "urgghhhh what time can I reach home ? " questioned myself. "Can I get there on time?" again... the questions.. keep on pocking my head.....

The discussion still on... too many things need to be soughted out... we are running out of time.. can't wait to the very last minute... My goodness, my kids and my work... I love both... but right now I'm more worry about my kids... Could already imagine the congestion on the road by this hour.... and I'm in the middle of one of the most bussiest area in Selangor.

My day dream was interupted by more questions on the event we are planning.... STOP! I told myself... you are needed here.. hopefully it can be settled sooner... I pray the members in the meeting room could consider my situation.....

The kids are expecting me to be home early... so that the meal for buka puasa can be prepared.... yes! it is fasting month... everyone is rushing home... so do I.

If only I was told earlier on the meeting schedule, I could have had arrange someone to look after all my 4 fasting childrens, and I could arrange my hubby to drive on that day... but now the car is with me... Understanding the traffic flow and the time I will have to waste on the road.... I then called my mom, seeking for her help to assist me on my kids matter... as for my hubby... I knew, I couldn't make it on time.. advised him to arrange his own buka puasa at his office area... clear air....

Very fortunate for me... my boss was speeding to the office... just to make sure we could reach office early... and I can avoid the traffic problem just right infront of our office....

Reaching office... to find that all the malay staff already went home about an hour ago... left me taking all my stuff... start the engine and zoooommmm....

I decided to get home first before my hubby's office... need to perform my Asar... it is already 6.45pm.. Called my hubby and told him bout my thought... well not a good respond... I knew he prefered to buka puasa at home instead of mamak stall... but I still didn't perform my Asar yet.... since I'm quite near to the house... I told my hubby that I'll will make it quick.

When I reached home... my kids were still there.. waiting for the Atuk to fetch them to buka puasa at my parents house... ( glad my parents are very supportive during this needy times) I will soon join them.. after fetching my hubby...

The time shows 7pm... told the kids to wait inside the compound area... I need to rush for my hubby. Urgghhh forgotten to bring my drink, knew that will have to buka puasa in the car... doesn't matter... sure my hubby will buy for both of us...

Speed the wheels... 20 minutes to my hubby's place...

Just right on time... The Azan aired...

Luckily that afternoon my colleague gave me some crisp chocolate... (meant for my kids) I took 2 to break my fast... my hubby? have all the chocolate drink he bought by himself... (sabar jerlah...) me ? telan air liur + chocolate = choc drink juga... hee hee hee.

10 minutes before 8 I reached my parents house... they were just settled their buka puasa... took a glass of warm nescaffe ( my hubby's fav - purposely prepared by my mom), then quickly settle my maghrib....

Peace of mind.... finally I can breath steadily after rushing more than 3 hours... Sat on the chair and have my mom's cooking for buka puasa... Alhamdulillah...