Minggu, 21 Oktober 2007

The Grass don't like IT!

Pagi kemarin berjalan berlima. Ibrahim di atas pushchair, tiga bocah di sisi kiri kanan. Ketika lewat jalan pintas (masuk kompleks General Hospital), Umi menghentikan pushchair dan menghampiri semak-semak, mengeluarkan sesuatu bersebab batuk.

Tau kan? D*@ak.

"What did you do, Umi?"

"Took out something from my mouth."

"I know what's that." Arik menyebutkan namanya.

"Yuck." Muhammad.

Pura-pura cool. "Do you know why Umi did it? Not just spit it on the road?"

"No. Why?"

"Because, Rasulullah said, when you spit, you should not bother people, cover it with sand. So, spit it on the road id agaist what rasul wanted us to do. So, I spit on the grass, out of people's way."

"I bet the grass don't like it." Muhammad AGAIN.

"Well, in fact, the grass like it."

"Yeuch, how?"

"Because the grass lives on germs. My spit full of germs."

Umi mulai ngaco dah. Maksud germs yang pertama adalah cacing, kompos dan teman-teman. Lha, d*@#k apa memiliki germ yang sama?

At least, until they learn proper Biology, Umi is safe, he he he

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