Remember CapeBoy – that lovely little brat whom I found to be terribly annoying and distracting at last year’s tarawikh prayers…? Well, guess what..he’s back..! I could hardly believe my eyes (ears, rather) when I noticed him 2 nights ago. And he’s got the same PJs with the same flowing red cape..! (actually he’s grown taller, so this must be a new pair…..) And he’s as wild as before..! No..actually he’s even wilder!!
He had a new friend that nite and together they were literally partying the night away behind the rows of muslimah in the dewan solat. I was late so I was in the last row and somewhere in between the prayers I couldn’t’ take it any longer so I tried to get their attention but of course they were totally oblivious.
Yes, where the heck is the mother..? Soon I spotted the same maid, the one whom I had noticed last year and was taken for a horsey. The one on whom CapeBoy had merrily climbed when she was in the middle of prayers. Well, she has progressed…! Progressed to praying further up, which means she was not in that last row so she could keep her eyes on her charge routine.
The boys were running around, playing catch (ok, lepas ni awak jadi ye, lepas tu saya jadi..) yes, I heard all of this ok – God help me..
There was also another boy who was not as noisy but was also running about. I noticed his mother was praying in the same row I was and so I glared and said aloud “bising nya” but she just gave a blank look and smiled at her son whenever he came near her. Can you believe the nerve of some people??
After terawikh was over I waited to try catch sight of CapeBoy’s mother but no such luck. I went out of the hall and as I was about to leave, I saw CapeBoy and his new sidekick near the food table fooling around. I turned, gave my best I-mean-business glare and told them, “adik – awak berdua bising sangat tau. Orang sembahyang, tak baik bising” The maid gave me a funy look – hmmph, like I care.
The following night, CapeBoy was dressed as black spidey. No change in behavior. This time one lady in the front row, probably ajk masjid kut, got up before tarawikh, clapped her hands to get attention and loudly asked, “ anak sapa ni, tolong control anak sikit, control sikit..” I swear I was trying hard to hide a gleeful smirk on my face.
Later that night as I was leaving I saw him climbing the banisters at the stairs of the main entrance. I realized his maid and elder sister were there…as mere spectators. So I couldn’t resist giving them a piece of my mind. Also quite a colorful character – the sister. She talks to the brother in such a condescending way, very kasar. Maid was just looking, doing absolutely nothing while this boy kept climbing the banister of tangga masjid. They later walked to the parking, still no mother in sight… I then wondered what kind of home they were going back to…Smallville….?? Or was it Gotham City…
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