Day Three ;; Sunday 16th August 2009The worst day is about to come, haha.
Since there were no more ceremonies left to attend, we woke up a bit late that morning, probably around 8.00 a.m. to 9.00 a.m. and I was surprised to know my dad was still sick and worst, he refused to talk to any of us. It was very depressing whenever he felt sick. My mom told us to just pack our things, since we all agreed to go back to Kuala Lumpur on Sunday.
After we finished packing our things, my mom asked my dad to go and have shower, but instead, he pleaded angrily, causing my younger sister and I to be terrified. My parents argued, and it was worst than before. They kept yelling at each other until one point, my dad left the bed and went into the bathroom. My mom snatched the car key and took along all the bags with her, saying that she will wait downstairs after she arranged those bags inside the car. She called one of my cousins to come and drive our car for us since my dad was still sick. I went downstairs to help her, leaving my younger sister alone with my dad.
My mom was very angry after that argument. She was pissed off. Several minutes later, one my cousins who stayed at a nearby hotel was dropped off by his family to drive our car for us. That was when I realized I should really learn how to drive and get my license. Anyway, we checked out from the hotel and went to my aunt's house again for breakfast. After that, my dad and mom argued again, until they reached one decision. My dad will be inside my youngest uncle's car while my cousin will drive our car as we went back to Kuala Lumpur. As long as we reached Kuala Lumpur safely, my mom didn't care about it anymore.
After several hours consisted of more arguing, we finally left Mersing and headed back to Kuala Lumpur. We went through the same harsh roads from Mersing to Kluang until we reached Kluang about 2 hours later. The biggest problem was that my mom, my younger sister and my cousin all suffered stomachache, probably from what they ate during the wedding ceremony and we kept stopping for toilets along the way. After we reached Kluang, we had lunch despite the heavy rain and headed for Ayer Hitam, a place which was famous for its ceramic products and other things.
Arriving at Ayer Hitam, it was still raining. But we went crazy over shopping since stuffs sold there was way cheaper than the stuffs sold in Kuala Lumpur. My mom bought a huge basket for my elder sister and two handbags for herself, while my dad bought three pillows with Upin & Ipin characters on it for my nephews and niece and a traditional weapon for accessories called a "sumpit" (my dad is an avid collector of traditional weapons). My cousin bought a huge stuffed strawberry for his own niece while my youngest uncle's family bought mainly flowers and vases. Our cars were so packed, I was forced to place some bags my mom bought on my laps throughout our journey back to Kuala Lumpur.
It was raining heavily when we reached the highway, leaving Kluang. I was suffocating caused by too many things inside the car, my mobile phone's battery died, our car's radio won't work and my mp4 wasn't properly charged so I was scared it might went off anytime. It was such a pain in a butt even during our way back. I couldn't say much or sing loudly as I always do inside the car since my cousin was driving (see the attached photo, my cousin is a man, aged somewhere in his 20's) and I wasn't comfortable with him inside our car.
In pain, I tried checking my Twitter for updates from those I followed and adding into my frustration was when I knew FT Island didn't win Mutizen Award. I prayed hard that they win it at least once after 2NE1's three wins. I was so dissapointed, I felt asleep after cursing at my mobile phone alone for about 30 minutes.
We stopped several times along the highway and we finally reached Kuala Lumpur at 11.00 p.m. We headed towards Tesco Ampang where my dad will drive our car back as my cousin will be taken home by his elder brother, my other cousin. We waited for about 15 minutes and after we said our proper goodbye, my cousins left, as well as my youngest uncle and his family. My dad who seemed to be much better after not driving at all drove us back home.
Exhausted, we managed to get our bags out from the car as soon as we arrived home past midnight. We changed into our pajamas and still, my parents weren't talking to each other. I ignored both of them since my body was aching like crazy and watched a late night movie with my younger sister, since she won't be going to school on Monday.
It was the end.
My parents were still not talking and I hated it.
Thanks to Mersing, their good relationship had been ruined.
I swore I won't go there anymore.
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