Somehow, after our class, we were unsuccessful in contacting him via phones. We took a drive and got caught in the campus jam. Under the circumstances, WE have zilch idea where to begin but somehow, we drove up to the second college near the Hospital University. Failing to get through numerous calls, we drove out and went home.
Apparently, my "blogger family" friends cum relatives, had already arrived at the Golf Club nearby. Grabbing my handbag and with Hafiz tagging along, we drove out and reached the club in no time, to find them waiting patiently in the lobby of the coffee house on the terrace.
Meanwhile, Harith, his Mama, Papa and Aunty Zaza were leaving to attend two different wedding receptions, so they did not join us.
This family except their mom, are all bloggers. The youngest blogger, as mentioned before, (assuming in the world) also comes from this family. He is now six. After greeting each other, we headed for the coffee house and ordered our food. The five-bloggers, should be called the A Team.
Karim, their father, is also an ardent blogger. The traffic in his blog is enormous and kept on increasing by the hour (as he mentioned). He sends postings every now and then. This motivate his children to follow greatly. A very supportive and high motivation father, he is.
I have no pictures taken, so nothing was to share until one of them started posting about our meet in his/her blog later. Karim took pictures of us...
We started ordering our food beginning with "Kuey Teow Beef Ginger"(broad, flat noodles cooked in corn flour savory sauce with beaten eggs, ginger and beef) , then went on to "Chinese Fried Rice", and "Mamak Fried Noodle". Drinks were juices of guava, water melon and, and, and, oh MY! I forgot what did Hafiz ordered. Sorry Fiz.
We chatted for almost two hours about almost everything we have been doing in our volunteer work... leaving not much space for the kids to interrupt neither joining in. Hafiz was quiet. He was just listening to us. Hani (the children's mom) and me, we were dominating the "lunch meet" with lots to share.
Then by three something, it was time to leave... I signalled to Hafiz to go to the counter for our bill. Had it not been for him getting up to check, I would have been in an embarrassed state... WHY? "Senior Moments" had set in. In the rush just then, I totally forgot that my purse was in my other bag that carried my writing materials and my book. While Hafiz was at the counter, I took a look into my handbag. I saw a few black items but never seen my purse! OMG! Luckily Hafiz carried some cash! Slowly, I zipped my handbag and "pretended" nothing had happened.
Thank you Hafiz for coming to the rescue!!!!! And saved Mummy's embarrassment of the year!