Asalamualaikum..
Tuesday..
I never thought I would see Anik again.. After the sobbing session I put the heartbreaking feeling aside..in my heart i thought I would never see her again..the last goodbye ...
The house is all mine.. and the work load. It's a good thing that I enjoy doing housework *for a certain period, however I will be glad to pass the work back to Anik. Sigh! what a relief.
The silent of the house was disturbed when the sound of my handphone ringging..the call was from Imigration at LCCT. I knew something was wrong..Anik was stopped entering the plane because of .. expired work permit since six months ago..OMG!! I felt like screaming out loud.
Can't imagine, how I forgot to renew the work permit, of all thing. I've no one to blame but myself..Ya Allah, it's gonna be hassle at the Imigration at this time of the year..I wanted to explode my anger but to whom? I remembered that between January to February I was really tied up with Hb's Doctor's appointments. But no excuse for whatever happened!
My son had to turn back to get Anik from the Airport and back home..So the air ticket to medan burnt just like that..
Anik was forever calm or trying her best to hide her disappointment when she arrived home.. kebaikan yang ada pada Anik..tak banyak ragam.
Wednesday..
I left early to Imigration together with my son and Hb. There, we were sent from one department to the other, betul betul macam pesalah..letih nya tuhan yang tahu..especially my Hb.
To make story short...we were charged! Want to know how much? 2000rm...yes, it's not little money...boleh buat duit Raya. Apa nak di katakan!
The worst and the unforgettable part to me, when Anik had to be detained. My son went home to fetch Anik to the Imigration. Hate to mention the word cell, but it's true it's exactly like that. I cannot imagine what she feels like but Anik being Anik, she remained calmed. I did not realized that I was crying hard and feeling so sorry to Anik. Anik pulak yang pujuk I as though I was the one to be detained. She was there for about 4 hours. It's part of the procedure that maid has to be detained, sebagai syarat, until some papers from SUK cleared. By right, she should never be there, bukan salah dia..it's mine. Ya, my family feel sad for whatever has happened, but gladly take this as Musibah, to clean.. if any wrong doing we've done.. Redho sekali lagi, insyallah.We came home after a long day at the Imigration almost 6pm.
Now, we are waiting for the fomema to be processed, then only we decide the date to sent Anik back..
If she decide not to come back...redho lah sekali lagi. I just do not want to hope so much..eventho she swore to me that she will come back. We will have to wait and see... Only time will tell!
Iftar for Wednesday..
Sometime ago, I said NO to Param and now, YES!
Bought at Param PKNS.
The food above was cooked by my sweet darling girl fifa...*Fried Prawn with Coconut*
thinking that we might be late home from Imigration.
Thank you Girl!
So peeps, take this as a lesson to us all.
The small mistake for the price that I have to pay, never let it happen to you!
Adios!
The small mistake for the price that I have to pay, never let it happen to you!
Adios!












































