"Ayang, what is this melekit stuff? Eeye.." I frowned and in my huduh-beno-punye attempt at being manja, tried to coax him into feeling the sticky substance.

He who had just returned from the loo with his prayer water (wudu' lah) blinked at me, then at the substance, shrugged and said "Donno."

"Ayang, rasa lah, see what it is." I insisted that he joined this sticky encounter but only to have him laugh. 

"Haha.. dowan lah. You know it's sticky, you want me to hold osso. Er, think I'll take your word for it."

And for the next five minutes I tried to wheedle him into having a sticky finger like mine. When he laughed and dogded by saying that he already has his wudu' (just in case it was some other sticky substances -eeuuu), I wiped Sticky with a tissue.

Huh? Why is it chocolate? I sniffed (yeah, I can't get any grosser than that). Smells chocolatey too. He laughed. "La.. tadi kan we ate chocolate ice-cream. Tu you lah eat comot, jatuh merata."

Hmph.