sayang

“Um, okay...” Rosa glanced at the blank boxes. “Cried over spilled milk. Six letters, third letter is a...”

“Sayang,” said the old man cheerfully.

“Sayang. It fits, po...”

“Sayang. That's what I say whenever I spill some milk.” He cackled.

“With these weak wrists and fingers, I say sayang several times a day! Give me another.”