Early this morning at about 7.20am I carried Noe in my arms under an umbrella from our humble home to Queensway, which is the nearest busy road. Normally, I’d walk all the way to his school for a good 1.2 kilometer but it was raining and the grass was soggy so I decided to get a quick taxi ride.
When we passed the Hang Jebat mosque, Noe, with his face facing backward over my shoulder, said, “Ibuuuu…!”. Then I asked him, “Where is Ibu? Ibu is at home, Noe…”. But he kept pointing at some tree near the mosque’s fence. BUt nobody was there! A few steps later, he said it again. I looked again behind us but I still could not see anyone.
Then we passed the Malaysian railroad after the mosque, but Noe kept looking at something behind us. 150 meter later, he kept pointing at something and said, “Ibuuu… Ibuuu….”.
There was no sign of him being scared or happy or anything expressive. He was just pointing at some space behind us and said, “Ibu… Ibu..”
You see, Noe has a habit of saying Ibu whenever he sees an image of a woman either on TV or magazine or billboard. His behavior this morning made me think, “Did Noe see some kind of woman behind us which I could not see? Maybe she was following us?”
It was a spooky morning; with the drizzle and the fog. I swear to God I had the back of my hair all raised up when that happened!
PS: When we were in Havana, we noticed that Noe had pointed at something in the ceiling of our room. In one occasion he cried so loud (like he was so scared of something) or smiled happily. Last July we had witnessed him doing the same thing when we were near a temple in Ubud, Bali where Noe kept pointing at something and hysterically screamed, refusing to look in one direction where “it” was.
Kids… they do the darndest thing! 🙂
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