Racing Heartbeats

My husband probably has one of the most hazardous occupations in this era.

Recently he told me that there was an ex-gangster who has sold his land to a developer trying to get back his land. The developer is a my hubby's client. The ex-gangster is trying all sort of avenues to make the developer miserable. And my hubby is the mediator.

This morning my hubby texted me and said that he has a meeting in some ranch with that ex-gangster, some 45 minutes away from his office. I questioned why there and he said probably the guy wanted to show his other land for sale. Adoi! Sound so fishy. And what made it worse is my hubby said no one is following him, and he asked me to call his office should I haven't heard anything from him by this evening.

This is really making my heart beat really fast, and he hasn't replied my email an hour ago.

Oh Allah, please protect him...

Conversation with my Pumpkin

Last weekend's conversation with Aisha.

Aisha: Mama, nak shushu!
Mama: (Busy preparing her formula).
Aisha: Mama, Allah buat shushu ke Mama?
Mama: Allah buat lembu yang keluar susu. Then orang bawak susu kat kilang & process jadi susu Aisha.
Aisha: Lembu tu apa?
Mama: Lembu tu cow.
Aisha: Owh! Kalau minum shushu jadi cow ke?