My Eidul Adha 2013 and the standoffs

This is another old story, unintentionally saved as a draft for so long, in my PC.

15 Oct 2013. The Eidul Adha celebration was great. It gave me and my family a chance to be around my close and distance relatives back home in Lahad Datu, Sabah.

We love the thrills.

        

We enjoy the fun.

 

Working hand in hand.

Some, I’ve forgotten their names, but it didnt stop me from greeting them.

As in the practice, we gathered at the mosque to give a helping hand during the sacrifice. About 22 cows and a few goats were sacrificed and bags of meat were distributed evenly to the needy.

         

I always enjoy this moment. This is the only way I could meet many of my distance relatives from my village.

Lahad Datu, a small town with its name unexpectedly widely spread and known to the world in early march 2013, when a group of people from the neighboring country said to be illegally crossed the ocean by boat and landed at the beach of the then unknown village (Kampung Tanduo).

    From Kota Kinabalu, you’ve got to fly on Fokker by MAS Wing airline to reach Lahad Datu in 55 minutes.            

Back to the story of what happened in Kampung Tanduo, according to the media, the said group of people who came from the southern part of the neighboring country, Phillipines, were there to claim their rights on the state. Sadly, it ended in a tragic incident.

     

For the first time, my sweet little town became a war town for about 2 months.The incident was marked as Lahad Datu Standoff.

2 days and 3 nights in Lahad Datu was quite a short trip, however, we wouldn't want my Father-inlaw enter the operation room without us around.

So, there we were, at the hospitals, together with siblings of my hubby, on the 4th day of the Eid, sending Papa to the Operation Room at 3pm.

My FIL who is known to be ‘allergic to doctors’ seemed relaxed on that day. Thank God. The good looking Dr Haizal was to handle the procedure on Papa’s right leg. Angiogram and Angioplasty are no longer a jargon words to Papa, as he had gone through the largest vocab “By-Pass Heart Surgery” more than 10 years ago.

BeforeAfter

The next few hours were the waiting moment. We waited outside of the operation theater, hoping to see someone to open the door to the OT.

Its was only 3 hours later, when we received sms from the doctor informing that the procedure went well. That was the best news for the day.That ends our Anxiety Standoff..Whew..!

 

I excused myself, leaving my hubby and his beloved siblings, bonding, while waiting for their beloved Papa. I planned to return to the hospital, but I didnt, due to some chores that hooked me in.

Upon reaching home, all the packages and dirty clothes were still at where they were when we arrived from Sabah. I was about to unpack when my son was ready for me to send him to his tuition place. I then realized how easy it could have should my maid was still around. She is probably enjoying her stay with her family back home. I am presuming that she would call me and would request to comeback when she runs out of cash. Forget it… I thought. I dont have a helper now and I just have to deal with life without a helper. I call it No-Maid Standoff.