My Family and I : Vacation in Bandung Indonesia

Naqib, "Ayah, promise me to visit Bandung. Ayah, "All right, but you must do the same, promise not to cry anymore. Naqib, "It's a deal, a win win solution". Ayah, "Lets be in black and white and put a stamp on it". Naqib. "That's a small matter, let have it done, now'. 

Naqib, "Is it Bandung so far away from Putra Jaya Ayah? I have been driving nearly five hours but no sign of Bandung" Ayah, "We are not going by land. We fly like a bird , you know". Naqib, "Fly like a bird? But we don't have wings". Ayah," Of course we don't but an aeroplane has two wings. We go by air". Naqib, "You mean the aeroplane has to take off from the runaway and flying in the air. So scary Ayah. I am height phobia. The plane won't fall down?" Ayah, "Not to worry Naqib, the plane is in the good hands of professional pilots. These pilots are trained how to takeoff, fly and maneuver in the air and to land. Everything will be okay, insyaAllah, God bless". Naqib, "Thank you Ayah for your invaluable info that give me strength. Now let us go straight away to the air port".

The plane smoothly landed at Bandung airport.
 Bandung here we come. 
There are nine of us. But the photo below does not tell us the same number. Where are the other two members of the family, missing somewhere? 

Count me in. I am not one of those who are missing. Let me introduce you my family members. From left: uncle alang, I call him Ayah Alang; my aunt Mak Ngah; my dearest Mama and hiding behind my mum is my beloved dad, I call him Ayah; my dearest grandma or Opah and my beloved grandpa or Atuk. Those missing are my Ayah Chik and my Maksu. Who is that handsome and charming person with blue shoes. Guess if you are smarter. Remember never forget to count me in.

One missing person already found. Guess which one. I am trying now to locate another one.

There, she is my maksu. Now the number is nine.

My Ayah (dad) and Mama. This is their second honeymoon. Love from your handsome and charming son, Ahmad Naqib

MY GO AROUNDS

I am in a van ready to go.....broooom

Looking down to search for something while climbing up the hill. Mum and dad holding my hands tightly. My Ayah Alang is right behind me.

Not to worry mama. I will never cross the fence. Let me off from your hands.

Is there something in my curly hair mama? Let me see.

I am okay, makngah, very comfortable in this stroller. Thank for your company.

This is my missing Ayah Cik. We are on the highest point of the hill, not really the highest. But it needs the courage to climb up to the point.