An Enthusiastic Child

The absence of both his parents – awaiting a new coming household – was a tiresome, helpless, yet a zealous one. A triple vroom from Pak Tam’s bike was enough to alert him to seek for a hope – bringing event – he was longing: his parents’ return. From an enigmatic hope to a routine, every day the small boy would make a beeline to the locked grill of the front door, watch his uncle’s motorcycle pass by and quickly turn and run upstairs to view a clearer site. A baby’s sprint would never result a satisfaction. Upstairs, he would see nothing; no bikes, no Pak Tam. All was just a quiet sound of a kampung environs – the slow, calm breeze and the roar of very few cars speeding off the corner – for Wan’s humble domicile is positioned aside a turn. The little boy was extremely keen to flavor the clearest view of Pak Tam’s riding his motorbike to the front gates,so one particular day, it happened to be that Wan forgot to lock up the grill and it was left opened a quarter. The eager boy innocently slipped out and made his way up to the gate. Lo and behold! At the very moment roared Pak Tam’s bike, twirling through the bendy entrance and giving a sudden halt right in front of the little boy’s foot. A piece of usher was enough to engender him crying all the way back home. Not to forget, the sullen boy got his Drypers wet.