School Holidays: Italy! (Part II)

At last, the moment we've been waiting for, the arrival in Italy!

It wasn't really pleasant. My father had a splitting headache and couldn't take care of Yusuf, so I did it while waiting an hour or so for my mother. All my brother did was wandering about in the airport, curiously staring at thing that spark his interest. He stopped at times to eat or take pictures with my dad, but he just wouldn't stay put.

A few minutes later, I showed him a picture of himself on my dad's phone. He laughed at it, joined by another voice. He was startled and stared at the source of the voice. It was my mother. Yusuf stared as if trying to remember something and was slow to succeed.

My mother led us to a train which brought us to Milano Centrale. There, we took another train that brought us to Lodi TIBB, nearest station to whee my mother is temporarily staying. My father used a baby carrier my mom borrowed from a friend in Malaysia to carry Yusuf more conveniently. He didn't like it at first, but oh well. The apartment she's staying in right now is a comfortable one, with one room, one toilet and a wide balcony. The place is called Zambala. My mom gave me the single room to sleep in, while the others sleep on he sofa bed outside, which is next to a dining table, a built-in kitchen, and facing the balcony. Our room, according to my mother, is considered one of the biggest. There is also quite a view outside, and six cranes readied in the stretching horizon, specially for Yusuf, who is so interested in them (and I don't know why).

Since there's only one bathroom, we had to take turns using it. I took a shower and an ablution to perform a Jam' of Zuhr and 'Asr prayer with my father. My brother was already sleeping on the queen-sized sofa bed. There was about ten minutes before Maghrib prayer at that time, so my father collapsed on my bed and I walked out and laid down on the sofa bed next to Yusuf. Mother was busy cooking for dinner, so I watched her and we talked for a while. Then I, too, collapsed.

Few hours later, my mom woke me up to perform a Jam' of Maghrib and Isya' prayer. I also ate dinner and then slept on my bed in the little room.

All of that (since the first part) was Friday. The next day would be the leisure tour of a city called Duomo.

(To be continued...)