Saturday, 26 May 2012
I was in year 5 masa tu. A short and thin girl..dengan rambut panjang diikat tocang..My classroom was opposite the school's front gate. Cikgu Adnan, (arwah ) we used to call him Cikgu Nan was teaching Bah. Melayu about pantun.
He was a serious teacher, very dedicated, a man of few words.Dia jarang bersembang2 , buat kerja dia saja.
" Pantun ni dah jadi budaya orang Melayu turun temurun.. " He said.
"Di gunakan dalam majlis2 pertunangan, perkahwinan, kenduri kendara, sebagai pembuka kata, juga senikata dalam lagu..Pendek kata pantun memang dah jadi sebahagian daripada kehidupan kita."
Sebenarnya dah banyak kali I heard him said, " Pendek kata ..."
Contoh lagi,.." Kamu mesti rajin belajar supaya jadi orang pandai dan berguna, dengar kata ibu bapa, kawan dengan orang baik2..Pendek kata jadilah anak yang di sayangi keluarga dan menjadi contoh pada adik2 kamu.."
Pendek lagi...takkan he was referring to himself.tak logik la pulak.Although he was a very short man..
That particular day I was determined to get to it. I waited for all the pupils to leave the classroom. Cikgu Nan was at the table , putting his record book in his bag.
" Ya, Maznah, apa hal ? "
" Cikgu saya nak tanya sikit .."
"Mengenai pantun tadi ka? apa yang kamu tak faham ? "
" Semua saya faham cikgu , cuma satu saja saya nak tau "
Cikgu Nan berdiri, " Ha , apa yang kamu nak tau ? "
"Pendek tu sapa cikgu ? "
" Pendek mana pulak ni Maznah ? "
"Tu yang cikgu selalu sebut masa mengajar kami..Pendek kata ini, Pendek kata itu..Pandai sungguh Pendek tu na cikgu ? "
Dia terduduk dan laughed his heart out. I pula yang heran Pasal apa pula. Aku ni silap tanya ke. Cikgu Nan ni selalu serius.Jarang tengok dia senyum apatah lagi gelak sekuat tu..
"Pendek kata maksudnya..kita pendekkan cerita .. atau dengan lain perkataan, macam kesimpulan seluruh isi cerita yang cikgu sampaikan,. "
"Pendek tu bukan orang .."
Baru tangkap dalam kepala. Ya Rabbi, Awat aku ni bodoh sangat ha. Benda lain tau, benda yang paling mudah, paling remeh tak tau..siap pi tanya cikgu pulak..
The next day masa cikgu Nan masuk kelas I was expecting to be treated like a fool by my friends..But Cikgu Nan was a very special teacher. He did not mention a word about it. In fact he encouraged us to keep on asking questions if there was something we did not understand..
Ha ha bila ingat balik..or when I hear somebody bagi kursus ke, or ucapan ke..when they said " Pendek kata.." I mesti tersenyum sendiri..Pandainya Pendek tu....kah kah kah..
Wednesday, 23 May 2012
22.05. My friend's birthday. Every year I will never forget to include flowers for the birthday present. She loves flowers especially roses.Unfortunately roses did look fresh today at the florist. Because I did not want to wait for the next stock..so just ask the girl to wrap bunga yang fresh2 saja. Tak pa.Next year insyaAllah I try to get roses awai2..simpan dalam fridge ok..
So happy to see her smile again.Last year was quite a sad year for her. She lost her mum, then dia pula sakit. This year, semua is back to normal.Dia dah sihat seperti sediakala..Muka dah ceria balik..senyum sentiasa...My Famila said muka teacher Fairuz dah penoh ...I asked her what about yang kanan? She said yang baju light purple tu tak yah cakap la.dah boom ke boom.ha ha..gemuk la tu..What to do lama dah tk go brisk walking .kalau pi pun once or twice a week.mana jadi kan..Tapi tak pa .Asal jangan cecah 60kg sudah.masa tu takkan nak relax lagi.Buat la apa yg patut.and go all out ( cakap saja.dah malas sebenarnya ..)
We shared so many secrets.... The best secrets that only both of us know.he he. Jumpa pun quite often.go for drinks and chat2..Two hours sembang memang tak pernah cukup. Cerita tak habis.Then tangguh.A few days jumpa lagi..sembang lagi..Now since I am not working it is always a big Yes when she asked me out. And every time keluar mesti ada cerita baru to share.And it's so far the best remedy for all these tension and depression being at home all the time.(In the kitchen to be specific )..
I have been tru thick and thin with her. Thank God ,her life is now like a rainbow after the rain..beautiful and colourful merintangi langit...But I guess she deserves to be happy after those heartbroken tragedies and tearful days.God is great. I pray she will be happy always with those love ones around her..
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR.... Mudah-mudahan Allah terus panjangkan usiamu , berkati kehidupanmu,,tingkatkan imanmu dan sampaikan niat kita menunaikan haji bersama tahun ni..InsyaAllah..Amin Amin ya Rabbal 'Alamin.
Sunday, 20 May 2012
To regular readers, especially anak menantu and my sis Mazila, sorry dah nearly a week I did not write in my blog. Maybe dah malas nak tulis, I must say I am not productive anymore..maklum age is catching up.segala-gala pun dah slow. Slow ke ?...
But I am still doing my daily chores like usual, pagi brisk walking so as to avoid the formation of mangkuk tingkat as my friend selalu kata...it means celulite la, cook and cook.sweep and mop, clean the toilet ,washing and ironing, lots of reading,mengaji, look after my skin , feed it with cream, Letak santan to my hair once a week (Yes I still do that grandmother's advice ) at night go to surau. Certain afternoon will go out with my good friends, just minum or sometimes makan ringan-ringan and chat..chat.exchange stories, gelak and gelak.I believe it pushes away those little worries a normal woman has, a normal mother has.
kalau dulu I used to really take care and gave extra attention to what I wore to school or in the evenings, I even prepared what to wear to school before I went to bed. Hang the dress to wear properly ironed, selendang,with matching handbag and shoes.Not to forget the accessories, I have bangles, rings,bracellets and neclaces to match too..ha ha Crazy..peduli apa ...
Those things have gone slowly away. since I dont go to school anymore..( not to mention the word retiree he he )..
Its been months since I last looked at those dresses I used to love and care. Mood sangat low.My shoes have been on the rack for months.Mesti dah berdebu.Dulu I used to wipe with a piece of small good morning towel and put baby lotion waktu malam.So the next day kasut tu will look moist, macam kasut baru..Now when I looked back..ish ish..I really buat semua tu ka? macam tak percaya.
When I look at this latest photo of me below, I dont believe its me. I am wearing a BLACK floral blouse, with GREEN tudung, a RED handbag, and a PINK pair of shoes.! ! .he he.Masa pakai tak perasan pun .bila tengok balik gambar ni baru realize..Nasib baik the pants is black and its not blue or yellow.
Kalau dulu I would refused to be seen dressing like this , now..tak kisah lagi..As long as that smile is still there ..no freckles or blemished skin.I guess I am quite happy as I am. God bless me..
Tuesday, 15 May 2012
Today is 16th of May... In those days, hari ni la paling best. Especially in SKSP. Early in the morning I would wear my best dress.Normally dah prepare sejak malam siap tempah or bought ready made . Siap kasut and matching handbag.
In the early morning the pupils would wait to see what their teachers wear on the day. Siap clapped when we came out of the car. Rasa macam celebrity pun ada.Cuma tak da carpet merah ja.
Hall dah siap cleaned and decorated a few days before. We would all be in school.Some decorating the hall, some training the pupils for the stage show.The teachers involved pun turut berlatih.Ada yang nak nyanyi ke. apa ka. Sibuk.The skirting for the table siap di iron. Semua ramai2 pasang.The cleaners with their never finishing tasks. sapu sini, mop sana. Yang lelaki tolak pokok2 hiasan.to help the men teachers who were in charge of the hall and the backdrop.These were all before the big day.
By 720 am, semua prizes were at one corner of the stage.By 740 an anouncement was made.The pupils walked in rows to the hall. The teachers were already on the stage. Done with the opening speech, all teachers would sing the ever popular song..Guru Malaysia. Budak2 seronok gila2.tepuk tak habis2.Then selected teachers would read the perutusan oleh the Director of Education, followed by the Minister of Education .Bahagian ni paling boring. yang lena pun ada.maklum panjang berjela. Pupils in primary school bukan faham sangat pun.Then ada la sorang dua minta excuse nak pi toilet.Then yang lain ikut..budak2..
Then a representative from the pupils , normally the headboy would present a speech. Thanking the teachers ...bla bla bla..
The headmaster would then cut the big Teacher's Day cake. Normally we would be getting cakes from parents too..macam2 jenis and rupa.
Before we moved to the next agenda, the teachers would get cenderamata.Panel hadiah beli and all teachers akan dapat. naik atas stage and menerima tepukan lagi daripada murid2. Hari ni tangan depa dok clap sedia2..
After that semua guru will get presents from the pupils masing2. The pupils would give presents to their favourite teachers..banyaknya .penoh boot kereta.I always compare dengan my sis Mazila.Sekolah menengah mormally tak dapat banyak hadiah sangat.But in primary school , hadiah banyak tak terkata.Maybe budak kecik balik merengek beli hadiah.
I used to get a varieties of presents, from towels, to selendang, pinggan, set cawan,frame paling banyak ,small teddy bears, scarf, pens, powder, soap, tissues macam2 jenis.table runners, and even kain batik..
Habis pemberian hadiah dari murid2. semua would line up at the canteen. Hari ni selalunya teachers would collect money and belanja budak2, makan free. laksa ke , bihun ke.Lastly followed by ice cream.sapa tak syok..
Then ada short games. Football and netball match between teachers/pupils. Best tengok murid2 lawan betul2 and cikgu cheating.he he .Budak2 would shout, cikgu tak aci, cikgu tak aci..
Masa ni makanan di canteen penuh berlambak.Macam2 on the table.yang heavy, yang ringan, fruits, semua ada. Makan la setakat terdaya.
Around 11am, the hall would again be noisy .Kali ni persembahan pentas. Persembahan murid and guru. Masa ni la tak kering gusi masa time pakaian beragam. Bakat terjongol tak payah cakap.Nyanyi jangan kira la. Kalau Ramli MS tengok , meleleh air mata or kalau Ogy Ahmad Daud yang tengok dia akan kata, "mana pitching ni kelaut semua balik umah gali lagi"..ha ha..
Di SKSP we have this anugerah2 for teachers,
1. Guru paling garang
2. Guru paling popular.( I selalu dapat yg ni..jangan maraaah..)
3. Guru paling dedikasi.dan lain2.
Names of teachers were given to all pupils .ikut depa lah to tick which one they like.Macam undian sms juga la..
By 1230 selalunya acara dah habis. Semua balik rumah dengan hati riang, walaupun penat.Kalau tak penat main, penat gelak..
Then process akhir was to simpan hadiah dalam kereta.Budak2 akan angkut from the staffroom to the car.
Balik umah Faten dah sedia tunggu.Dia paling suka buka hadiah, sambil bagi comment. Yang paling lucu ialah reading those cards from the level one. Keras perut gelak. where we found wrong spellings yang sangat lucu... Kadang2 di muka depan card was written to 'Techer Mazedah' or "ticher mazena" or the usual one " pecah kaca pecah gelas.lepas baca harap balas." Ada juga yang touched my heart, where some pupils would try to give hadiah walaupun sebatang pencil. So sweet...
I missed those days. Teacher's Day is sure something to remember..although now I can only watch it on tv or hear it from the radio....To my ex pupils thanx for those sweet memories. To all teachers..Selamat hari Guru..
Saturday, 12 May 2012
They say this is the day to give that special attention to that special lady you call mum, the lady who resides in your heart.and her presence can never be replaced by anyone.
To me it is always the sweetest thing to receive flowers on this special day.Flowers have always been a good choice to give for any occasion.Mother's Day is no acception.
Thank you so much for the flowers anak2..May Allah bless you.
So gentle, yet so strong.
The many ways you show you care
Always make me feel I belong.
You give guidance when I ask;
It seems you can do most anything;
You're the master of every task.
You're my cushion when I fall.
You help in times of trouble;
You support me whenever I call.
You have my total respect.
If I had my choice of mothers,
You'd be the one I'd select!
Friday, 11 May 2012
After a short break, today I started back my brisk walking. Bila lama tak jalan rasa la juga screw dah loose sana sini.Dalam hati ..tak boleh ni, kena lawan juga. Nanti lagi lama ok la kut.
Along the jogging track there was this Chinese couple. They were new to the track.I recognized the man owns a shoe store in Kangar. I smiled to them,Very friendly wife smiled back and said " selamat pagi "..
Finished jalan,macam biasa made my way to the market.Dekat ja. the market is as crowded as ever. Bought some meat and fish, then to the vege stall.There were two elderly men and two ladies choosing vege.I was looking for some long beans, when this lady appeared beside me.She was in her late 50s.Wearing a blouse too tight for her plump figure, and her tudung herot petot....I saw her putting a bittergourd into her basket, a small cabbage and a handful of french beans. I was wondering why was she putting those things into her basket.Dia sepatutnya tunjuk dulu kat vege seller tu. ..
I paid for my long beans and some chillies. The lady capai seikat kangkung , tunjuk kat budak jual sayur tu and said .
" Ni berapa adik ? "
" Seringgit mak cik "
She took out one ringgit from her purse , gave it to the boy and left. OMG, she did not pay for those other vegetables she took earlier. I did not know what to do, should I tell the boy. Those men at the stall did not realize what had happened.Everybody was busy dengan hal masing2.
So many things came into my mind..Maybe dia orang susah nak bawa balik bagi makan anak2..maybe dia teringin sayur2 tu tapi tak mampu nak bayar. But she shouldnt steal..kalau tak mampu tak payah beli in the first place..
"Ada lagi mak cik ? " the boy asked me.
" Tak dak dah , saja dok pikiaq nak beli apa lagi.." I said, bagi alasan ..
I looked at the vege seller or Man as I heard he was called. the young man was about 28 years old.as old as my son Khazimi..I had a hard time trying to make a fast decision to tell or not to tell.before the lady hilang dari pandangan..
I did not tell Man...Made my way out of the market. Outside I saw the lady with a girl about 6 years old.mungkin cucu dia.comot,budak tu, but I love her big eyes,Budak perempuan tu tengah main dengan kucing2 yang banyak berkeliaran di market. Looking at her stroking the cat, and holding it close to her ,I thought of my cucu Sara who loves cats too.Kalau la this girl dimandikan ,then dipakaikan baju bersih, rambut tu di ikat elok2 mesti comei sangat2..
"Jum kita balik, tok nak masak nasi.." the lady said, and the girl jumped to her feet and followed her. Like in a dream,I just stood there looking, till she disappeared from my eyes...aduhai...
I felt a lump in my throat, there must be a reason why the lady did not pay for the vege she bought. Rasa insaf dalam hati, life must go on, cukup masa perut bunyi minta di isi, nasib baik Tuhan bagi rezeki and I can still afford to buy my daily needs..Ramainya orang di luar sana yang cannot afford even to buy a bowl of rice, yang tinggal di bawah jambatan, dalam rumah2 dari kotak2 .yang terpaksa menadah tangan meminta2 dari orang lalu lalang.Ramai pula yang terpaksa sampai ke usia lanjut terpaksa membanting tulang mencari sesuap nasi untuk menyambung hidup.
Tak tau berapa minute I stood there until I terkejut dengar my neighbor Milah sergah, "Oih, ralitnya hang, beli ikan dah ? "..
" Beli dah, nak balik la ni." Dalam hati I said "thank you Allah, for this beautiful life..I cant thank YOU enough....
Di langit awan nampak berbalam2..the cheerful birds chirping on the trees.What a beautiful day..
Wednesday, 9 May 2012
I was teaching in a village school then, quite far from Kangar. It was my first year fresh from college. There was this new teacher , Hamidah (not her real name )a girl two years my junior teaching in the lower primary, year 2 or 3.
From the very first day she came to the school I've seen her lost her temper with the pupils.Maklum budak kecik.Ada yang menangis , ada yang duduk diam in one corner tak mau menulis, ada yang asyik keluar pi toilet.tak tau la apa dia buang banyak kali sangat..
I was walking to the staff-room, Hamidah was in this year two class teaching art. She called me as I passed by.
"Oi cuba hang tengok budak ni, nak kena dengan aku dah " Her face merah padam.marah sungguh.
"Awat ? "
"Aku suruh bawa benda untuk pendidikan seni apa pun dia tak bawa."
"Apa yang hang suruh depa bawak ?"
"La, benda nak terap atas kertas lukisan ni,. bawang, kentang, bendi "
I look at the girl, she did not seem like a bright one.Nampak macam still a toddler, walaupun dah 8 years old.Manja semacam .
Then she pulled the girl's ear," Hang ada telinga dak ? "
"Kemarin saya suruh bawa benda untuk buat seni hari ni awat tak bawa." her voice makin tinggi.
"Lupa..." one word from the girl.
Pang...satu penampar singgah di pipi. Then she asked again, " pasai apa tak bawa? "
The girl did not answer.Her face merah kena tampar.
Pang..once again kena on the same cheek.
"Oi sudah, sudah.budak kecik oi, jangan la tampar budak macam ni.Ni sekolah kampung oi , nanti orang kampung mai cari hang." I said.started feeling scared looking at the girl's cheek nampak bekas jari 5 atas pipi.maklum pipi budak2 kan lembut..
I did not wait to see more , made my way to the staff-room .Felt so sad for the small girl.Salah sikit biasala budak2.
It was 1230.noon. masa tu the lower primary went home at 1230.I was going down to my year six class.Parents started coming to take their children.
Then I saw some parents circling around the girl Hamidah just slapped. Suddenly our senior assistance cikgu Zul, came to me.
"Maznah, Hamidah mana ? " muka dia kelam kabut.peluk mercik di dahi.
"Ada dalam bilik guru." I said.
"Tolong panggil dia turun bawah .tunggu dekat kereta saya la ni juga."
I did what I was told.Hamidah turun tergesa-gesa ke belakang sekolah and masuk dalam kereta cikgu Zul.
I saw the car sped off, laju out of the school compound through the back gate.
Then I knew why, the mother of the girl balik ambik parang nak tetak Hamidah.The marks on the girl's face masih tak hilang.maklum kejadian baru terjadi.
A few relatives of the girl mengamuk di sekolah. Ada yang mencantas pokok2 around the staff-room.
"Kalau cikgu gila tu tak tukaq sekolah esok kami tetak dia.." One young man shouted.
"Kurang ajaq punya cikgu..salah sikit ja tampaq budak macam nak bunuh orang , kalau aku jumpa mampuih aku tetak "..
It was the first time I saw such a scene. One lady came to me and said" mana cikgu kurang ajar tu ? "
I shrugged my shoulders. One lady teacher pulled me into the staff-room.whispering
" jum masuk bilik guru, jangan tunggu sini, nanti kita yang tak salah pun kena sama."
The next day Hamidah did not go to school. The kampung folks went to Jabatan Pelajaran Negeri and mengamuk di sana pula. At last the parents menang. Hamidah was transfered immediately to another school.
What I learned from the incident was, orang kampung ni jangan buat main. They can be so thickheaded sometimes. But if you are good to their children.do your work, they can be so kind.Semua benda you will get.Benda kampung la.like vegetables, fruits..sebut saja, esok sampai.Jangan merungut depan budak2 like " ish sedapnya buah mangga kalau makan dengan garam belacan...esok sampai la mangga penuh plastik for you.
Teaching budak2 kecik ialah mendidik kanak2 yang suci bersih.Kalau we beat them , ingat anak2 kita, kalau you think anak2 you cannot stand the pain, those children pun sama.Jangan sedap tangan saja nak pukul anak orang, nanti anak you pun will be treated the same.
To those young teachers out there, kerja dengan jujur, so that when you retire , you retire in style, you are rewarded with those smiles on the small faces, those sad eyes looking at you as you waved goodbye...puas.Being a teacher is indeed a very noble profession if you act like one...
Sunday, 6 May 2012
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART..
Saturday, 5 May 2012
It was still early.my watch showed 645..still quite dark.Met Kak Tun.
"Berapa round dah? "
"Baru satu setengah.." Dalam hati ..dah 3 kilometer ni.I continued a few steps more. Wanted to go further.Changed my mind. Headed towards the market. The vege sellers were busy arranging barang jualan. I am early.Straight bought some fish, prawns, vege, ulam2, and buah kuini.Today buat sambal kuini campur udang seroi (udang sawah yang di keringkan ).Tak sabar nak masuk dapoq.
Then baru teringat, plastik sampah dah tinggal sekeping. So hala ke groceries di tepi market.The friendly nyonya like always senyum sampai telinga..I looked at her as she opened her drawers to give me back my change.
Dalam hati.." Ish tegangnya kulit nyonya ni..flawless and moist. "
Mana boleh diam saja .Kena tanya ni...Looked around first..nobody's around.
"Nya, macammana you buat? kulit you cantik. "
She looked up at me. Then looked around us.
"Tak dak orang aaa? "
"Tak dak la." I answered.
Then she whispered, " Ni saya pi buat. tarik kulit.You tengok mata saya.kulit sini pun sudah pi tarik." She started to point here and there.
I stared at her face.Yes la. I could see now. Cekang sungguh..like a 25 year old girl.
" Buat di mana nyonya ? "
"Ha ha, ni tak dak pi clinic punya.Ada kawan saya punya kawan, dia mai saya punya rumah.sini juga buat.Dia Penang punya orang."
"You berani ah nyonya."
"Apa takut ? semua orang buat ma.."
I smiled.Then she said. " Hei saya sudah tua tau. tak da buat tak cantik ma.Kulit sudah lari sana sini."
I senyum lagi.Nyonya jual groceries di market pun so concious of her skin.Typical of women.walau apa pun kerjanya, dimana saja. tua atau muda, memang nak cantik..
" Berapa ribu Nya ? "
"Mahai, aku kerja kedai ni, ada duit aku pi buat. aku hidup sorang saja."
"Tak da boyfriend ke? "
"Mana ada orang mau ? "
"Cantik macam ni pun tak da orang mau ke."
She laughed.Then said almost whispering.. "You mau tarik kulit ? "
"Ha ha. Nya, kami orang Islam tak boleh buat tu."
"Tak boleh ka ? "
"You sudah cantik ma.Tak payah buat la..." She said.
Dalam hati kembang juga orang puji. "Tak pa nyonya, saya pakai krim muka cukup aa. "
As I walked out of her shop, she called back " Hei you punya duit baki "
Sampai terlupa , asyik sembang pasai nak cantik.Then as she passed me my 2 ringgit...
"Thank you, nanti mai sini, saya pun ada satu mau tanya hang ." she said with that naughty smile on her face....Pulaaak..nak tanya apa pula nyonya ni ?
I walked my way home. No other joggers insight. The birds were chirping .The big trees looked so green. The sun slowly appearing...sigh...Cukupla apa yang ada..
Wednesday, 2 May 2012
After weeks of buat2 sibuk or just malaskan diri sewing the table runner, today I went jogging. It was drizzling in the early morning.Went out real early. Semangat nak jogging ni.
Met a few regular friends ..
" Wei pi mana hilang lama sangat ni "
"tak sihat ka ? "
"Sihat2. saja malas. Ni dah mula balik dah .." I said.
Then I saw someone I havent seen a long time since I was active singing dulu.
"Hey, macammana tiba2 boleh mai jogging sini ? " I asked him.
Scratching his head, " saja, sebelum pi market jog la sat. You apa habak? dok mana la ni ? "
"I'm ok. Dok dekat sini saja."
Just before I turned to continue my walking..
"Just want to ask you.. I am now playing for this group. jum sumbang satu lagu next week? "
" ha ha, I dah pencen nyanyi.sorry "
"Rugi la kalau cam tu .Tak nyanyi langsung ? ish ish"
" Nyanyi, mana pulak tak nyanyi.setiap hari nyanyi..macam-macam lagu."
"Nyanyi di mana ? tak prnah nampak pun ? " muka heran.
"Nyanyi di ceruk dapor dan di bilik air. ! ! "
" La.." scratching his head again..
"Kalau nak lepas geram selagu dua ,I ada di xxxxx tiap2 hari main muzik di situ.Boleh la jumpa kawan2 lama " he said.
I continued walking, my mind was back in the early 80s when I was active on stage. Then something caught my attention..
I saw a figure walking with elbow crutches, trying hard to push her way to the front of the house. It was nyonya cantik.(Refer to my older post ).
OMG, she looked so weak.Nampak macam baru lepas sakit lama. No wonder I didnt see her for a long time. Sayang sekali tak bawa hdphone today, or else I could snap her photo for you all to see. She was different from the last time I saw her. So skinny, pale .Rambut kusut masai..adoi..
I said " hi nyonya. "
She stopped and stared at me. I think she couldnt make up who ..
I waved and said "bye nyonya.."
I left her. When I turned for a second glance, there she was standing there, still looking at me.Muka kosong. ..kesian..nyonya cantik....