Trapped

There was one cute accident happened during our early years in Farouki’s – three of us siblings being trapped in our parent’s bathroom. It was on account of us for being too jakun to experience our parent’s toilet. This sense of jakunism had raised us up to become enthusiastic persons though.

Now, there was a bathtub at the right, side by side to a sink, and a toilet bowl opposite the door. The three small kids were already in the bathroom. To ensure Umi won’t notice us, I shut the door. There we were, like small monkeys, climbing the tub up to the sink, playing with the big shampoo bottles, cleansers, shaver and other toiletries, as if we had never seen them before (well, of course kids were never exposed to those such things).

After some mess, we found ourselves trapped, for me, who was the tallest among the three, could not reach the knob. Even I forced my feet to jump with all might; I still couldn’t reach the knob. So, there we were, stamping the door like hell. ~ Umiiii!!! Bukak kan pintu ni!!! ~ Tired of stamping and yelling, we cried. After a short time, Umi entered the room. Hearing sounds of crying from the toilet, she dashed there – lo and behold! Her kids were wooing like crazy! Ilyas was already crying on his back – too miserable, perhaps.