Asna doesn’t really fancy eating nasi and lauk like us adults and prefers to eat rice and soup almost every other night, so she has a separate menu. Instead of having meals with us at the dining hall, she’d have them at her own miniature table in front of the idiot box. Bibik needs to accompany her at the small table during breakfast and dinner, if not she’d be watching tv the whole way and think no more of eating.
During the weekend Asna came home with a service bell. She’d been yearning for one ever since she saw it at a restaurant nearby. Her pleas were ignored by my parents, though. One day I think they got tired with her sulking and got her the bell from a stationery shop.
Bibik was laughing alone and showed me the bell for the first time.
“Kamu tengok adik kamu beli apa”
“Loceng, dia minta Bapak sampai merajuk”
“Nak buat ape?”
“Dia cakap bila dia turun mau makan, nanti dia tekan loceng panggil Bibik. Ada-ada sajalah!”
So in the morning I’d know if she’s having breakfast and at night I know she’s ready for dinner, because every single time, it’s going to be “TING TING TING!”
Note: Before you say it’s not nice, Bibik’s totally cool with it and enjoys giving her attention.