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Under The Weather
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I am a little bit under the weather today, the usual common cold, coughing and a headache. Other than that, I should be fine.
The weather is still cold here in Doha, within the range of 14-20C. And those like me who hails from the tropics must have been chilling if not enjoying a cold weather that we don’t have back home. As for me, without this cold, coughing and headache, I enjoy the cold weather. Especially during Fridays, after lunch, I slip under the blanket and by the time I come out from my cocoon it’s already 5pm.
Mamang, my colleague’s wife, is not also feeling well. She's also under the weather so to speak. Yesterday night, she was not able to get some sleep.
Mamang, by the way, is a motherly word for endearment. Mamang means mother.
So, Mamang was not able to sleep the whole night, no thanks to her insomnia. The following morning, I did not see her downstairs which is her normal ways. She religiously prepares Sir Manny’s breakfast and some snack packs before he speeds off to work.
Arriving home from work that evening, there was still no sign of Mamang. No smell of home-cooked dinner, the television was off, she usually tune-in the television to Dr. Phil just in time for me to arrive, and the dinner table was empty.
It occurred to me then that there must be something wrong with Mamang. But I try to shrug it off and to not think negatively. And so I told myself, “maybe they went out for church practice” which they usually attend. By the way, four of us in the villa are all church choir members.
But when I went to the kitchen, the rice cooker was cold. Mamang always at least cooks rice for me if they leave the house knowing that I haven’t had my dinner. Trying to switch my mind positively as hard as I might, I conceded to think that there must be something wrong with Mamang. I just contented myself that whatever that might have happened to Mamang is not that serious.
I quickly prepared our dinner. As I was preparing dinner, Sir Manny pop-in and told me Mamang is not feeling well. She was not able to sleep the night before and she just stayed upstairs in her room the whole day without breakfast and lunch. She was not able to sleep the whole day either.
After cooking dinner and prepared the dinning table, Mamang asked us to go ahead as she has no appetite. And so we took our dinner. But I told Sir Manny that it would be much better if Mamang takes her dinner as she haven’t had her breakfast and lunch. So he went back upstairs to fetch Mamang.
While having dinner, Mamang looks pale, restless and depressed. Trying to lift her spirit, I relate to her the good happenings at work today. Opening up a “good-news” topic back home. Ooopppsss!!!! Big mistake!!!! Reminding home just made it worst.
Mamang suddenly says she misses her children and her grandchildren. Trying to hide her tears with her hand as she rests her heavy head on her petite hands with her cheeks on her palms, her tears just refuses to hide and divulge her real feelings. Mamang is under the weaher and homesick….
The weather is still cold here in Doha, within the range of 14-20C. And those like me who hails from the tropics must have been chilling if not enjoying a cold weather that we don’t have back home. As for me, without this cold, coughing and headache, I enjoy the cold weather. Especially during Fridays, after lunch, I slip under the blanket and by the time I come out from my cocoon it’s already 5pm.
Mamang, my colleague’s wife, is not also feeling well. She's also under the weather so to speak. Yesterday night, she was not able to get some sleep.
Mamang, by the way, is a motherly word for endearment. Mamang means mother.
So, Mamang was not able to sleep the whole night, no thanks to her insomnia. The following morning, I did not see her downstairs which is her normal ways. She religiously prepares Sir Manny’s breakfast and some snack packs before he speeds off to work.
Arriving home from work that evening, there was still no sign of Mamang. No smell of home-cooked dinner, the television was off, she usually tune-in the television to Dr. Phil just in time for me to arrive, and the dinner table was empty.
It occurred to me then that there must be something wrong with Mamang. But I try to shrug it off and to not think negatively. And so I told myself, “maybe they went out for church practice” which they usually attend. By the way, four of us in the villa are all church choir members.
But when I went to the kitchen, the rice cooker was cold. Mamang always at least cooks rice for me if they leave the house knowing that I haven’t had my dinner. Trying to switch my mind positively as hard as I might, I conceded to think that there must be something wrong with Mamang. I just contented myself that whatever that might have happened to Mamang is not that serious.
I quickly prepared our dinner. As I was preparing dinner, Sir Manny pop-in and told me Mamang is not feeling well. She was not able to sleep the night before and she just stayed upstairs in her room the whole day without breakfast and lunch. She was not able to sleep the whole day either.
After cooking dinner and prepared the dinning table, Mamang asked us to go ahead as she has no appetite. And so we took our dinner. But I told Sir Manny that it would be much better if Mamang takes her dinner as she haven’t had her breakfast and lunch. So he went back upstairs to fetch Mamang.
While having dinner, Mamang looks pale, restless and depressed. Trying to lift her spirit, I relate to her the good happenings at work today. Opening up a “good-news” topic back home. Ooopppsss!!!! Big mistake!!!! Reminding home just made it worst.
Mamang suddenly says she misses her children and her grandchildren. Trying to hide her tears with her hand as she rests her heavy head on her petite hands with her cheeks on her palms, her tears just refuses to hide and divulge her real feelings. Mamang is under the weaher and homesick….
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