Assalamualaikum

Rise and shine people. Its 0559. I just got back from the hospital. Yes, I was sick. For those who read my tweets two days ago, you knew what happened. I was admitted to the hospital due to heartache. The capacity of my heart could no longer contain the feeling of missing someone so much. It bled again due from old scars.

Lol nasty joke. I was sick but its not me who got admitted into the hospital. Its my sister. She had stomach aches since morning (mind you, she was 9-months pregnant) so later that evening, mom called and asked me to go and stay with her overnight since mom was sick too (she had cancer, remember) My phone died and my iPod too. So I charged my iPod and not my phone. Smart enough. No one was going to text me anyway c:

I packed my bag; face towel, toothbrush, iPod, instant camera, notebook and a pencil. So my brother in law sent me. We dropped by at mcdonalds 'cause I was too hungry, haven't eaten since noon. I carried my teddy, dinner, bag and bottle around like a child. So when we arrived at my sister's bed, everyone was kinda looking at me, carrying around my teddy like mad. I'm so qt c: Around 11 pm, my sister was being moved to a private room at the end of the ward because her husband paid for it and of course, she is a medical officer in that very hospital. The main highlight here is priority to the officers. Ahuh.

Later that night, my sister insisted on calling her husband. Her phone died. Sweet. So, I had to use the one at the staff nurse reception. He asked too many questions; "Was she about to deliver?" "Had she done the check up?" "Had she done the VE?" Mofo. I didn't even know what was VE. I think it stands for Vaginal Examine. Eh. I don't know. Weird but I'm positive about the V that stands for Vaginal. He came a few minutes later and done the VE himself (since he is a medical officer too) A husband, checking his own wife. Thats... cool. I was there, stucked in the corner reading my book when the staff nurse looked at my direction and said "Adik, pergi lah masuk dalam sana (glanced at the pantry) ke adik nak tengok?" I was like goddamnit no. I didn't want to be there watching someone checking a freakin vagina. So I quickly moved away to the pantry and tried not to listen whatever weird sound it might produce.

I was too deeply lost into my reading that I didn't realise it was about time to deliver the baby. My brother-in-law found me at the pantry and said "Labour room" I was like oh no no no shiz man shiz shiz. I got on my feet, grabbed my bag and book and to the labour room we go~ but oh well.... I wasn't allowed to be in there so I had to sit on one of the stupid benches there and I tell you now, it smelled weird. I sit down anyway and focused on my Temple Run and Cooking Dash. There this one guy who walked passed by and suddenly talking to me. I had my earphone on so when he talked to me, I didn't hear anything so I just stared at him like he was a mad man.

Later, I got a phone call from mom and she said "Kakak dah bersalin dah. Baby boy!" I was like ahuh. I was only a few feet away from the labour room. What. Really. Ok. It took me a few seconds to get that around my head and I was like, damn shiz. I got a nephew! Whooo c: When she didn't get out of the labour room for about an hour or so, I decided to go back to the room and waited there. I read my book and constantly switching my positions because I tell you what, the chair provided was not comfy at all. It was around 3 when I retired to bed. And it wasn't my bed. It was a concrete floor. I restrained myself from sleeping on the bed because my sister would be there any minute and it would be embarassing that the staff nurse found me sleeping on the bed. So I braced myself and slept on the floor with my pashmina as my blanket. I felt like a beggar already. The difference was, there was an aircond.

I couldn't really sleep (because I was sleeping on a concrete floor) when mom called and asked which room I was in. A few minutes later, my sister arrived then my parents. My sister talked to mom about the process of delivering the baby boy and I didn't notice how but I found myself telling dad that I was scared, I even ran away when my brother did that VE thing on my sister. He mocked me saying "habis tu taknak mengandung ke" I was like "Baru 17" "habis bila? Umur 35?" I pretended to sleep and let the question floated in the air and disappeared like a bubble.

Now, here I am in my own bedroom in my house. I am so hungry. I think there was something wrong at my kidney part last night but I didn't tell anyone. Let this be our secret. Shall we?