Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Smile an everlasting smile..



             If happiness can be shown through facial expression, than a wide smile is sure is the answer..betul tak..
            Once I heard on tv that smiles can improve your health, even toned down your stress ..Again..my question, betul ka?
            They also say smiling can trick your body to help you change your mood..

            I remember a girl very much my senior in Derma School dulu, always smiled. Anywhere I saw her there was always a smile on her face. I love to see that.She looked so sweet.
       
           One day I was having my ECG at the hospital.When all was done and I was waiting outside the doctor's room, I saw her !.She worked there.Not wearing her uniform, but not a doctor either, maybe a clerk or something.She was still smiling.Still so sweet to my eyes.Smiling to strangers , to everybody.
       
          It is just logical, that a frown or a grimace drive people away but a smile always draws people close.Smiling does not only keep you happy, but also those around you..
   
         I remember one teacher who taught me mathematics in the lower secondary. I never saw him smiled. Its always an ugly grimace when he entered the classroom, or just a frown. He was the one too that will throw away books through the window when we made mistakes.I guess that must be one of the reasons why I hate mathematics until now.

         People speak of being in a good or bad mood.It always have positive or negative valence. One motivator said , a smile can instantly lift your spirits ..He said smiling produces effects in your body...it brings feelings of happiness.I agree to this too.

             The girl back there in Derma did something to me with her smile.so much so I want to keep on smiling always...just like her.


           Mother Teresa said, Let us smile, for the smile is the beginning of LOVE..
           The prophet said, senyum itu sedekah..
           Yang paling best of course , doctors say, smiling makes you look younger..! !



                              If all the above are true , come smile with me . Let us keep on smiling...



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Monday, 25 June 2012

walk walk walk..and kejutan ketiga...



     It was late for me to start walking at 700 am.Usually it will be around 645 the latest.The sun is creeping out slowly to show itself. Walk walk walk...Met a neighbour, quite near my house ,but never have the opportunity to sembang2.
     We talked as we walked.The jogging track has holes here and there, so now instead of admiring the greens around, my eyes have to focus on the track, dah kena twice hampir terjatuh.Tak boleh enjoy jalan macam ni.I heard from the Chinese friends (regular joggers ) who live around the area , a few young Malay men came at night , curi bata2 tu, ish ish...
    

 

    Here bata2 jalan semua penoh , tak ada yang missing , maybe because this part is so near to Seri Garden , a new hotel in Kangar. And on my left is a Gudduwara, a place of worship for the sikhs.

   This morning I was lucky to see someone casting his net at the river along the track.Banyaknya dia dapat ikan .Dont ask me what fish , I tak kenal.Tapi no puyu or haruan, ikan warna putih2 besar2.It was fun to see him picking the fish and putting them into his plastic bag.

   Paling nak tergelak, kita tanya satu soalan dia jawab sepuluh, siap explain macam2 yang tak ditanya.Terlebih friendly la pulak.Tapi kagum tengok how a man so responsible buat odd jobs as long as he is able to bring back food for the family .



    Last but not least, nampaknya memang minggu ni minggu terkejut lagi kali ketiga. As I was walking for the second round , a man appeared. He was in his late thirties. Nampak macam orang normal, tapi as he walked in the opposite direction ,I saw him took the right collar of his shirt and hid half of his face..Pelik..
    I looked down at his feet, he wasnt wearing any shoes !  and  sampai masa berselisih dengan dia , I heard him giggling to himself and said.
       " Tu la nanti kita buat mesyuarat...." Then he said
       " oooo, mesti la hotel lima bintang , mana boleh tempat lekeh2.ha ha ha" He giggled.

   Ya Rabbi, tak betul rupanya.Muda2 dah jadi macam ni, kesian, Hmmm, tapi I dont feel that scared sebab my regular friends the Chinese couple ada di depan, the other Chinese man working at the pawn shop was also jogging nearby..
 
    Tapi dalam berani tu, toleh juga belakang 2 ,3 kali...he he.




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Sunday, 24 June 2012

lagi sekali terkejut...! !



         Hai, minggu ni minggu terkejut saja nampaknya..Adoi jantungku, please dont get panic so fast, jagala tuan kamu sama..
         At the surau this morning, I was quite early . There was no lady jemaah yet. I was alone. Masa bagi salam sembahyang sunat, from the corner of my eyes I saw a glimpse of a lady dengan telekung melintas di pintu belakang. I was happy, nanti dia masuk ada la kawan. Lepas habis doa segala.. the lady tak masuk masuk..
        I got up , jantung dah berdetup detap ( dialog P Ramlee ) , tinjau la di luar, no one was insight. All the men were in the front part of the surau...
       Hati bisik2. Mula ingat macam2.You know la.I ni jenis yang sangat penakut.
       Then a neighbour came in..
       " Tadi bukan mai dah.pi mana ? " I asked her.
       "Aih mana ada cikgu, saya ni la baru sampai..Awatnya ? " Muka dia pun serious..then dia gelak..
       "Cikgu jangan buat cerita, saya pun takut juga ni. "
       "Dak aih, saya nampak ada orang perempuan lalu masa sembahyang sunat tadi,  lintas pintu belakang. Tapi sampai la ni tak masuk pun.Dia pi mana ? "

       "Tudia , takkan hantu kut. " She said.
       Pagi ni tak ramai pulak orang perempuan mai jemaah, selalunya ada la dalam 10 ke 12 orang..

       When the subuh prayer began, imam tengah baca Fatihah, I felt somebody stood beside me.
       Yes if you asked how I felt memang tak berapa nak khusyuk dah masa tu, but I pujuk hati, ni orang bukan hantu .

       Habis saja bagi salam, I tengok, rupa2nya another neighbour beside me. 
 
       When I was switching off all the lights sempat juga tanya.
      "Tadi you mai awai kan ? "
      "Ya, masa saya mai, ada sorang saja dalam surau bahagian pompuan ni, Tapi saya tak masuk.Sakit perut.Pi toilet dulu.."
      " Ha, cikgu, bukan hantu tau yang lintas pintu tadi, orang." My other neighbour said.
      The other lady terpinga2..tak tau apa2...."Awat cikgu ? ada hantu ke ..? " Muka dia risau....kami berdua  yang tau cerita gelak berderai.....



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Saturday, 23 June 2012

terkejut ! !


          This is an incident that happened on Thursday at Wangsa Walk. After lunch at Tupai-Tupai, Famila wanted to take me to see  the old Istana Negara.Since the new istana is ready, the old one was opened for the public.So those wondering about  what you will likely see in the palace , you can satisfy yourself there, your mind will take you back to balairong seri or balai penghadapan  as what you see in the old Malay movies dulu2.


                                                  The old Istana Negara

    Luckily Famila checked in the internet dulu and found out the palace was already closed for public on 16th June.I was 4 days late...


                                            The breathtaking new Istana Negara .

       We headed to Wangsa Walk instead. Sara was tremendously happy, maklum tempat dia familiar..Tiba2 something happened. As we were descending the escalator Famila's long flaring skirt was stucked in the escalator. She kept pulling it out in vain.

      I have heard about accidents on escalators and some deaths too. Panicked, I called out the guard who was looking at us.He just stood like 'patung cendana '...did not even move to come and have a look.geramnya tak terkira.

     I was thinking worst come to worst the thing would pulled all the skirt in, but she still have her petticoat, but what if the skirt is strongly fasten on her waist She will fall down and serious things can happen.

     I was shouting now to the dumbest guard I have ever seen in my life who kept looking on as if Famila was having fun pulling out her skirt out of the escalator.
 
    But my eldest born was the calmest lady I could ever imagine her to be.When she reached the bottom of the escalator, she pressed the emergency shut-off  button to stop the device.

    Then she told me to go get a pair of scissors. Fortunately the shop opposite the escalator sells things like ribbons, thread dan benda2 yang sewaktu dengannya including scissors.
   She calmly cut off bahagian yang masih melekat di escalator tu. and walked on as if nothing had happened.

   In fact boleh continue shopping dengan kain koyak rabak di bahagian bawah tu..phuuuhhh.Tapi bila tengok sekali imbas macam fashion la pulak nmpak macam frills at the bottom hem.

    Back to her house after that I was still terketar2..gerun dalam hati tak habis.To readers out there be careful when using escalators.if u have to wear long flaring skirts dont stand too close to the edges of steps where entrapment can occur.

   Kakak if you read this...adoi , mak masih trauma until now..





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Tuesday, 19 June 2012

A mother is always a mother..



          It was the day where parents came to receive report cards from the class teachers. I gave a brief explanation to the parents who came to collect the report cards . Bukan apa, based on the percentage achieved , mungkin ada murid2 yang akan diturunkan kelas dari kelas A ke B., dan yang melonjak maju dari B kelas akan ke A.Biasa la tu.
         Most of  the parents ambik berat and tanya itu ini about their children's progress.And I explain about each and everyone of them.
         Akhirnya di dapati hanya seorang murid perempuan akan di turunkan kelas ke kelas B. A girl. and another boy from the B class akan ke A class.
         The girl ..Dira ( not her real name ) seemed so sad. I felt so bad. I didnt want to do this.She looked at me with those watery eyes. Oh my God. I am not allowing this to happen. So I decided to let her stay in the A class, dan nak ambik hati Zakry ( Not his real name jugak ) I put him in the A class.
        Senyum simpul Zakry..I held him by the shoulder and said,
        " Show me kamu layak berada dalam kelas A.ok ? "
        Dengan suara lantang "YES teacher, thank you teacher " oih oih semangat tu.! macam ni I nak.
        Before I could announce that I still want Dira in the A class, a lady appeared in front of the door. Dear God, she dressed like .. well I dnt know how to put it in words.With a tight sleeveless blouse, tight jeans with heels, hair as blonde as bulu jagung kat pasar malam Kangar..
        She came straight to me, burst into tears and said, ..
        "Teacher , tolong la jangan ubah kelas anak saya Dira, kesian dia teacher saya janji dia akan usaha lebih spaya dapat bersaing dengan kawan2 dia dari kelas ni. "

        I looked at her and my eyes watered just like her, here was a mother , whoever she was, no matter how she dressed herself, no matter how she behaved, she is still a mother.And she wanted the best for her daughter.

        "Tak pa jangan susah hati, Dira tak akan pindah kelas.Dia akan terus dalam kelas ni " I explain. Dia tundukkan muka dia, held my hands and said thank you berkali2.

        Then after that baru I tahu ibu bapa Dira baru bercerai....but one question.. I dont know why some ladies kena pakai macam tu bila ditinggal suami.

        But my heart went to her. Dira stayed in my class and proved she really work hard to change her percentage. And sure enough she obtained 4As and 1B in her UPSR. I am glad...


Monday, 18 June 2012

Dating dengan kawan lama..



        There was a phone call at 930am. I was sweeping the floor in the living room. Rushed to the phone on the coffee table .That was my friend.She used to be my PK Hem in SKSP. She is 3 years my senior. Dah retired pun..
        "Jum la keluaq sat, macam-macam nak cerita ni .." She said.
        "Pagi tak boleh la kak, sibuk ni.nanti nak masuk dapoq pula pukul 1100 pagi."
        " Ala sat ja.setengah jam cukup la.Boring gila ni "
        "Kalau setengah jam buat apa,tak dan pembuka kata dah habis masa." I cuba melawak.
        "Lagi pun pagi ni ada budak-budak dari Chew Aircond dok di rumah, tengah baiki aircond bilik Suhail.Takkan nak tinggal depa dalam rumah ,kak oi."
        "Ok lepas zohor boleh ? " she said.
        "OK. tunggu saya pi ambik ." She is more senior than me, so its better I go take her nanti at her house.respect la orang lebih tua he he.

         Along the way I saw my old school.My primary school. I saw the houses dah lain. semua rumah besar2 compared to the old time , I saw kedai Kiang still at the same old place, but Ah Kiang  is no more there.Dah ada orang baru duduk situ. I remember the sotong gulung Ah Kiang used to sell dulu.and my mouth watered.
         Sampai the junction to Bintong . this was the place I used to buy my ice kepal after school dulu.In its place now is a small grocery shop.

         She was waiting , smiling at her door step.I saw she has put on weight. much bigger dari dulu.
         "So, nak bawa kak Pah pi mana ni ? "
         "Cari la tempat sunyi dan sejuk " she said.
         "Sunyi dan sejuk ? Ok. "
         I took her to Seri Malaysia. There were a few people , strangers to us in the coffee house.
         "Ha, dah sampai, sunyi dan sejuk " I said smiling at her.
         "La ni cerita cepat, tak sabar nak dengar apa cerita kak Pah ni.."

  
        
            Hotel Seri Malaysia about 2 KM from my place. Nice place they have here.


                         Watermelon juice, rojak buah and fish n chips..not so yummy though..

            "Ok kak, apa nak cerita cepat tak sabag ni."
            "Order la ayaq dulu.dahaga ni " she pleaded.
            We chatted happily.Its been more than a year since I last saw her.mesti banyak cerita kan..
             Hilang juga tension2 asyik di dapor ni.lega dapat jumpa kawan2 lama. We laughed sampai terlupa orang keliling...
             I remember when she was my PK Hem dulu, she was one of the most efficient one.Senang kerja dengan dia.Semua beres saja.If I need to carry out any programe for English , just tell her.Semua jadi.



            Lepas sembang and minum , we went round the hotel, cantiknya..kalau Sara ada sini tak tau la nak cakap..he he..
        

                      
                                                 Kak Pah atas tangga ..Senyum sikit ja..


                                      Best nya kalau my house ada benda ni..

                    I sent her home soon after that.
                    " Bila boleh jmpa pulak Maznah " as she stepped her feet out of my car.
                    " Bulan depan la Kak Pah .Kerap sangat tak dak cerita la pulak .." I laughed at her.
                   
          On the way home I stopped at Kedai Hock another shop in Telok Kacang where my mak used to buy groceries bila Kiang dah tutup. Hock pun dah passed away.I asked about his wife Alan, pun dah passed away. Not one of her children who took over the business ,recognize me..Maklum kita dah makin tua..sapa nak kenal lagi...



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Sunday, 17 June 2012

Visiting Ayah...




         Because of my never ending daily chores , visiting him is always being postponed..Nevertheless my prayers for him never ends.Its still a 5 times a day business..Thoughts of him is still very much in my mind, it shows in how many posts  there are about him in my blog.Maybe the years spent with him was short, but the quality time between ayah and I was remarkable enough to take me over the years till now.

       This morning I have the best golden opportunity to visit him. The graveyard is next to a housing area.New houses are approaching nearby. No eerie feelings at all entering his 'home ground'.
     
        Beside him on his left is his father, di hijung kaki dia pula my neice ( my brother Mazri's daughter who passed away at an early age of three ) and di hujung kepala my father is her sister. So it was like visiting my family there .



          There was one boy (quite retarded ) yang I often asked to help me clean my father's grave area. Last month I met him in town and gave him some money so that my father's grave is being taken care of.

          We called him Mat Keras..because the way he stands 'keras still 'macam kayu.
          "Mat jangan lupa cuci kubur ayah saya na ? "
          Then he would nod his head and say " aa aa " Although he hardly speaks but he understands. Thats enough.
         When I looked around tadi I saw lots of new growth there.Maybe because of the frequent rain lately, Mat pun tak sempat nak keep up, berlumba dengan hujan and pokok2 cepat tumbuh. But it was quite ok.My father's resting home is so cosy, under  big shady trees, with the wind blowing softly..





           
               As I touched his tombstone, I couldnt stop my tears flowing . I have promised myself before I set my feet there, dont cry, dont cry...nak buat macam mana..
             
               I recited some quranic verses  for ayah . I doa Allah hentikan siksa kubur keatasnya, doa Allah ampunkan semua dosa2 dia.
               I talked to him macam dia masih hidup,like I used to talk to him dulu2. Sembang softly like he was there looking at me..
               "Ayah , ni cek mai ni ziarah ayah, moga ayah tenang di sini,ayah tolong doa cek dapat tunai haji tahun ni na?.keluarga kita, adik2 , mak semua sihat, "





              As I walked to leave him , I looked back to see his 'home ' for the last time, It was the most serene shady place I have ever seen, so quiet, so peaceful. Deep down in my heart I felt as if Allah has granted my wish..

              "Bye ayah, nanti cek mai pulak, nak ganti batu tanda di rumah ayah ni, sebab selalu banjir, tanda tu dah sorot ke bawah ." I walked blindly to my car, mata I dah penoh, in memory of him.my ayah.....

             

Saturday, 16 June 2012

Kesian...

 

     I was helping my mak to serve food for lunch. No dining table di rumah masa tu.So hidang la di lantai di ruang dapor.I was 12 years old then.I remember it was during the school term holidays, because my brother was also at home.
   Just as I put the plate of sambal tumis udang on the floor, a small face about 10 years old, appeared at the kitchen door.
It was an unfamiliar face to me.But my mom knew him.
   "Ni anak jiran baru pindah d tepi jalan dekat kedai Kiang sana." my mak said.
   The boy stepped up nearer. His eyes looking at the food served.
   "Mak cik, nak nasi ? " He said.
   I rasa heran.Why this boy suddenly asked for nasi ? Then he patted his stomach and said."Lapaq ".
   My mak asked, " Mak hang tak masak nasi ke di rumah ? "
   "Dak, mak keluaq dari pagi tak balik lagi "
   "Ayah ? " I asked.
   "Ada orang mai berubat, ayah dok berubat orang " He said.
   La, anak bomoh depan tu rupanya. Adoi, kesian budak tu, lapaq smpai had to search for food.
   " Mai  naik ", I said, "duduk sini "
   Sekali lompat saja he was in front of me.Amboi cepat sungguh aih.
   Terus tangan dia capai nasi dalam pinggan,

"Aik Aik , tunggu dulu, basuh tangan dulu " I said.

   I have never seen a boy his age could eat that much. My mak's sambal udang was quite hot, but dia makan macam tak rasa apa. Sweating all over.Then tambah lagi, tambah lagi.

   Habis saja makan, terus lompat turun and hilang.Thank you pun tak da..

   The incident repeated 4,5 hari. Tepat time lunch dia sampai, habis makan balik.

   Lama2 my grandma who was staying with us said, "Ni kena pi habak kat emak bapa dia,entah2 depa tak tau pun dia dok makan sini."

   The next day I put an extra plate as usual, expecting him to come like usual.But this time sampai kami finished our lunch, siap basuh pinggan, dia masih tak timbul.

   "Tok pi habak apa kat bapa budak tu ? " I asked.
   "Pi habak kat bapa dia la, anak dia dok makan nasi umah kita " My tok said.

   "Mesti bapa dia marah dia " I said curiously..

   "Ikut suka dia, anak dia " my mak said.Sejak tu I never see him again.

   In my heart, rasa bercampur baur, kesian ada, bimbang pun ada, kalau2 the small boy kena pukul.
Every time nak suap nasi ke mulut mesti mata meninjau ke luar , kalau2 dia mai. Poor boy..kesian.


Thursday, 14 June 2012

Mecheli mecheli , pitche pitche jaha...


  
      Ayah just had his lunch. As usual after singing to him a few songs while he ate his food, he would ask for a cup of coffee. Off to the kitchen I went, prepared a cup of coffee for him and sat beside him as usual.
    " waktu mana dok hafal lagu Hindustan ni ? " he was referring to the Hindi songs I sang to him while he ate tadi.
    "Ala, balik sekolah sama rehat2 tu cek hafal la.Sat ja ayah. "
    "Cuba nyanyi lagi sekali lagu yang last tu ayah nak dengaq "
    Of course dengan penuh kerelaan, ayah punya pasai apa pun tak pa. So I went like " Mecheli mecheli, piche piche jaha..."
    Ayah closed his eyes , mulut hisap rokok, jari beating on his lap, following the rythm.
    Tiba2 like the lightning he said something. My singing stopped.
    " Sebenaqnya Maznah ni anak India di pekan tu.Ayah bela buat anak sendiri.Tak percaya tengok hidung tu, kulit tu..kan semacam mamak roti tu " muka dia selamba.
    "Betui ka ayah ?.Bohong2" and I cried , went shrieking into my room.
    My mak came out.
    "Awat ni ? pasai apa pulak teriak ni ? "
    She turned to my ayah and said " Ayah hang, awat ni ? "
    He kept quiet, came to me and said, " alah melawak pun tak boleh.mana ada anak India.Anak ayah la.He pulled me to the sidebooard mirror and said.
   " Tu , tengok cermin tu.Tengok muka kita dua.sama kan ? hidung sama, mulut pun sama."Then he laughed out loud.

   "Mata mana sama, ayah mata kecik, cek mata besaq " I argued.
   " betui betui, mata kecik tak elok , mata besaq elok." the same words we exchanged many times when comparing his eyes to mine.

    My mak came out of the room, " tak dak kerja lain..benda tu pun nak berlawan ."

     "OK ayah nak keluaq Kangaq." he walked down the  wooden steps humming .." mecheli mecheli, piche piche jaha... "  
     I just looked on, suddenly he turned back. "Lupa pulak nak upah penyanyi hindustan."
     His hand into his pocket," Nah, pi beli sotong gulung kat kedai Kiang "
     I took the money and ran as fast as I could to kedai Kiang opposite my house.Bought dua sotong gulung , one for Mariyani ,one for me..

     Sedapnya sotong gulung...tq ayah, dear God, bestnya masa tu..Life was so gooooooood..




Monday, 11 June 2012

Faten ...prom queen? .he he

   
   Since as early as 5 years old she liked to put her small feet into my high heel shoes. She went..krap krap krap walking about in the living room.Then she woud wear my dress...meleret leret cuci lantai..bergaya depan cermin and posed macam model.

   Bila dah jadi anak dara its not a big surprise to see her taking a deep interest on skin care , hair, figure..sometimes minta duit, bukan apa pun, cream ni habis, cream tu habis.She takes good care of her skin to look ok at all time. Makan kacang pun takut kalau2 tumbuh jerawat.ha ha.

  Last two nights they had this prom night. Faten and her friends were very much looking forward to it.
She was grumbling about not having a nice dress to the party.(just like me , ada baju tpi dok complain tak dak ...).
   Awal-awal lagi dah pakat dengan her sister Famila nak baju for the prom night. Akhirnya dapat jugak.Kakak selalu never dissapoint her siblings.

   I bought her a matching pair of shoes. Clutch bag? she has one already. The evening of the prom, she prepared semua apa yang nak di pakai for the night.
   Later that night she sms her kakak and told her she was the queen of the night. Happy la..

     The following photos speak everything..




                                                         Terbalik la pulak..

                                              On the stage as prom queen..



                                               Among friends that night


                                       Walking to her car after the event..dengan hati kembang...




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Thursday, 7 June 2012

Serve her right..

   

     The sky looked dark. In a short time there would be a heavy downpour I thought.Hastily I made my way to the market. Walked past a few stalls.Grinned and smiled at the sellers there ( dah jadi kawan most of them, maklum everyday pi market now )..
      Fish was scarce today. Maybe sebab ribut kerap sangat kut.And the fishermen tak dapat ke laut. Ingat nak buat laksa hari ni.Tengok ikan pun tak da ..bihun laksa dah rendam sejak semalam lagi.I have to look for ikan selayang sedap for the kuah. Tak da pulak.jumpa ikan kembong.tu pun ada hanya 2 kilo saja.someone grabbed one kilo, I grabbed the last one.At least jadilah..buat pelepas teringin..
      Next for the ulam, picked up serba sikit, then to the last stall for daun putat. Pucuk putat ni memang paling sesuai for laksa.And there is this pak cik's stall who sells all ulam kampung .
     He was attending to a lady I knew too well. Dulu masa rajin ke salon rambut , this Chinese lady was the only good one in Kangar. Never expect to see her here after all these years.
     "Boleh la, kurang sikit dua kupang " She pleaded.
     "La kalau kurang dua kupang saya nak boleh apa.Harga 5 kupang minta kurang sampai 2 kupang.Susah la macam ni nyonya." Pak cik gerai dah fed up.
     " Ala cincai la. Ni semua you pi kutip belakang rumah saja.." She continued.

     Pak cik gerai saw me and said  " Adoi teruk saya macam ni " ..
     Lastly she got what she wanted and left.

      My mind wondered back to those years when I was her regular weekly customer at her saloon.Cuci rambut, steam, treatment lagi.Banyak juga duit I masuk poket nyonya ni..
      One thin fragile looking Chinese girl was her helper then.The girl was quite young , maybe around sixteen or fifteen years old.Everytime I went there I jadi saksi si nyonya ni memaki hamun the girl.Once I saw the girl crying while doing her work.

      I whispered to her " Pi la cari kerja lain, buat apa tiap2 hari tahan diri kena maki dengan dia "
      " Tak boleh kak, saya punya mak suruh training sini, saya orang susah, saya punya bapa jual sayur di Kaki Bukit, saya mau buka kedai rambut macam ni ."

     "Saya sedih tengok kamu hari2 kena maki dengan dia."

     " Tak pa, dalam satu tahun lagi saya nak berhenti dah "
     "Satu tahun you nak tahan maki dia ..adoi..." 
      So sad to look at the girl's thin fingers combing my hair, while her face menahan caci maki nyonya yang dah tak tau malu walaupun di perhatikan oleh customers lain.

       I stopped going to her saloon soon after that, when I found another saloon just as good.Walau kurang baik pun tak apa asal tak tengok kezaliman di depan mata.

       Pak cik gerai turned to me. " Cik tau hari2 macam ni, minta tawar yang bukan2. Ulam2 ni berapa duit la sangat.selagi tak dapat harga dia nak , macam tu la dia .Semua yang jual di market ni dah tau perangai dia."

       I got my pucuk putat , sedap la laksa nanti.bila add timun , daun selom,telur rebus, bawang besar, limau kasturi  and cili padi.

      Ditepi tangga market, I saw nyonya rambut tengah pegang slipper jepun dia .
      " Awat xxxx, slipper you putus ka ? "

    She looked at me.No recognition in her eyes. " Ha , tali dia putus , haiya, macam mana mau jalan macam ni. Saya punya kereta sana nu "

     She pointed to her car.Memang jauh pun.

     Today I memang kejam gila. I did not offer any help. I left her dengan muka dia dok pikir what to do next. Biaq pi kat hang.

     In  my head masih terbayang muka budak Cina kurus yang dia maki2 dulu....Serve her right..
     When I drove passed her, she was still holding her slipper in one hand and her ulam in another...ha ha...Tuhan itu satu..


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Saturday, 2 June 2012

Suhail ke UITM..

        Anak yang bongsu dah masuk U.. He has been with me eversince he was born in 1994.
Memang tak pernah berenggang. Kalau ada pun masa dia ikut rombongan sekolah or camping dengan classmates.

        When he was offered a place in boarding school pun dia tak lama. 3 weeks dah cabut lari .balik for good. Homesick, just like his other siblings.Terpaksa la I faced the teachers.Filled in 7 different forms dari bahagian pentadbiran, HEM, and Koko.explaining why he wanted to quit.

          He was back in Derma, a famous secondary school in Perlis. He enjoyed his days there to the fullest. Jadi penyanyi sekolah, had his own band, with his best buddies, Kevin, Keong, and Daeng.

           After that tak pernah minta kemana lagi.tetap saja di Derma.


     Singing is his passion.Plays the guitar. Ada 3 guitar di rumah.Dari guitar tong ke guitar electric.Kalau masuk bathroom siapla kalau tak 30 minute tak sah. Singing at the top of his voice..



                              His best friends ever.Multiracial.Ni baru 1 Malaysia said his teacher.Chinese, Bidayuh, Indian, Bugis , Thai, Melayu, all mixed .The boys came to my house like they are my nephews.They made themselves at home and I would served them food in Suhail's room, just when I saw it was lunch time and they did not make any move to come out..Leka dengan computer games..


                                                    Nyanyi di mana -mana..

                                    
     Today Saturday 2nd June, he has to register in UiTM as a new undergraduate. We were early,only a few of other parents there. Then gradually semua appeared..Dengan files di tangan, long sleeves shirts..with ties on.All of them look handsome enough...


                I sat waiting for him , my mind wonders away..In my heart , I know he will be on his own soon..

                                Khusyuk dengar his lecturer giving some briefings..

                                  Taklimat mudah dan ringkas. Semua understood.


                                 Balik ke bilik..posed in front of his room..


                                                           The compound

             Pandai la pulak kemas his cupboard. Selalu I am the one who does the job for him..

         Went home.Looked into his room, the son who used to be so spoiled by me..has left me.dah dewasa.Dah nak jadi mahasiswa pun. The course he got is his first choice, he is going to love it I know.
       I felt a lump in my throat, sedih sangat.Air mata mencurah macam tak boleh berhenti...Biasa la bila anak masuk asrama. Makan pun tak lalu.whenever their favourite food ada depan mata mesti I tak boleh telan.
      I remember every morning before I go to surau for solat subuh I would wake him up. Often bila balik surau dia tak bangkit lagi..gerak lagi gerak lagi.sampai dia naik fedup and performs his subuh prayers. Now dia dah ok.Sembahyang dia dah teratur elok walaupun kadang2 cepat semacam macam burung patuk padi..

      Mak harap Suhail belajar rajin-rajin. Jadi orang berguna, kawan dengan orang yang baik2, ingat pesan, sembahyang jangan tinggal, doa jangan lupa. Mak tau one day U be a fine young man, who will make me proud. InsyaAllah perkenankan lah..Amin Amin Yarabbal 'alamin..
 

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