Broken Bed

During the younger years a favourite past-time for the kids was to tumble around and have boisterous play on our double-bed. Ayah and me will sometimes be participants or even be referees if it got too rough. I thought now I could spend quiet time in bed minus the playful kids.

It is far from the truth; we always have bed parasites now called the big kids. Once while waiting for everyone to get ready for the evening prayer I lied down on the bed. Then ayah lied down as well. Later came the bed parasite namely Mameh and Bubba. They started boisterous play again, Ayah included.

Suddenly the wooden plank supporting the bed broke. I was so suprised. The bed felt like jello. Everybody was chased off the bed. Now there is a new family rule: no boisterous play in bed.

Dik Yan was not around then, that saved the poor bed from total destruction.