It's been a week since the last post. Today I'm going to write about my two boys. Apart from Marsha I'm blessed with fraternal twin boys, who were born 6 minutes apart almost 5 years ago.
Marwan, aka Abang, the elder one was 2.9 kg, now he's the heaviest among the three, heavier than his 8-year old Kakak. His tag line is Macho-tapi-Manja. Whenever his Ayah asks, Abang sayang ayah tak..? He would answer, Tak.. sebab saya sayang Mama je.. sian Ayah. He is so attached to me. The quiet one, cool, and dark... I believe he will grow tall, dark and handsome (sapa lagi nak puji but mak dia..), and hopefully and more importantly, a Mukmin and Muslim in their truest sense.
Muqlis, the Adik in the family, was mere 2.2 kg, but he I believe would be the tallest. Very-very-very active, even throughout my pregnancy I could feel this one on the left was lain macam punya active, he's been kicking and dancing in there while Marwan which was on my right was so slow and selamba. Muqlis is so strong that if he accidently bumps his head on mine, I feel like I am hit by besi or batu, and the pain would last quite long. My Kecik-tapi-Kental kinda man. I'm quite sure he would be very active in sports or a footballer. So reminds me of Ronaldinho.
When I first knew that Marsha was going to have a sister/brother, I'd been having strong feelings that there would be two that time around. And I could almost picture their looks, and characters, and it seems Allah has turned all those into reality. I believe there's nothing magical about anything, we are all actually living our destiny... I'm glad that my boys are the answer to my maternal instincts.
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