Monday, September 25, 2017

Panahan Petir

A fren cakap dia stress. Mokcik duduk mendengar n when she posted a request on d whatsapp group, gigih mokcik tunaikan.

Bingit true to her nickname posted mesej berjela, gist -) U GUYS R NOT QUALIFIED.
Nobody pay attention n she send msg to another, tapi kantoi kaki cucuk. Funny.

Kaki Kencing, when people complained, petik orang sana sini. Dia lupa, people can put two n two together by reading messages. Funny.

Kaki Sebok menempel sana sini, pretending an asset ke cemana kekdahnya...

I juz dont hv time for these clowns.

This morning I called a particular someone. Suara di hujung talian kemain garang. Dia ingat saya ada masa nak talipon hal2 clowns itukah since he is one of d gang??
Kosser...

" Kita letak sotong kat cermin kot", saya cakap.
Just because people treated me badly, takder sebab saya nak stoop so low. Bab makan plak tu.

There was a birthday party. Tajuk masih sama. C.L.O.W.N.
"Dia petik kata if he didnt put UR name u will make noise", someone menyampaikan..
"Dia bongokss main petik nama orang pulak", hahahaha... Serius tak masuk akal.

C to d L to d O to d W to d N.

Anyway I have promised another friend for lunch goodie bags. Tak kosser nak buang masa. Besides, I hv to distribute souvenirs from my recent trip.

This is funny.
I went to see Mr A.

Me: I bought u FM becoz I dont think u eat all those junk food.
Him: Hang pi mana?
Me: pangkor. D camp.
Him: there will b d prizes for u guys.
Me: No prob. No issue at all. Where's d (hockey) cert u want me to type.
Him: Here. Pls tell d girls to come.
Me: No issue... I thought there r more (hockey) certs?
Him:  ini je... Jangan tak datang pulak.
Me: No prob. Thanx.

I wonder.
Setiap tahun orang yang sama, isu pun sama. Previously bila dinasihat, dia kata dia tau siapa yang mulakan.

Siapa?
Saya kot... because I thought we were friends. Nasihat, as I see it, sangat tak wajar kot n I wrote it in d blog too.

Last year jadi juga. Lain senarai diberi, lain pulak yang ditulis. Bila komplen, katanya ada kriteria pemilihan sendiri. Ayat tak menahan...
A menang Galah Panjang ko tulis dia menang acara Tikam Keropok Udang udah kenapa???

Pas tu tarik muka dan tag-team tak nak kawan. Umur berapa korang ni?

This year drama lagi.
Mokcik tengok dan tak sudi nak masuk campur.

Once, d girls were asked to get d prizes from the organiser after d event. I might understand kot dapat hadiah ribu riban wang tunai. When d girls did not pick them (???) they put on my table. I threw them into d dustbin.

Kosserr....

"Umur berapa korang ni? Kang tengah buat kerja cincai2 tapi petik nama orang kena petir  pulak, apa nak jawab di akhirat nanti?", mokcik tanya kat kawan2 yang sedang buka thread.

Tu je cerita.
Kosserrrr...





Wednesday, September 20, 2017

A new benchmark

Air-cond rosak.
Stress.

"Dulu kak sal ganti gas. Kena patploh hengget", Kak Sal kata..

Kagumm... murah kottt
Jadi bila g workshop imagined my shock when was told "RM780 kak"..

Whatttt????????
Sangat mahal kot... i could not afford it. No way!!!
mokcik buat muka seteresss. Jujur. Stress dari hati dan poket.

"Find something cheaper", mokcik minta. Sedih.
"Ada caranya kak", dia jawab.

Tengok jam dah pukul 5. Saya nak solat tapi kat surau tak der telekong. Saya nak pinjam adik kat reception centre tu sebab telekung saya dalam kereta. Kereta tgh di 'jek' ke hapa namanya tu... tak sampai hati saya nak susahkan pomen tu suruh turunkan semata2 nak ambik telekung.
Yang ko x bawak turun tadi tu dah kenapa norizanadnan????

" takder" adik tu jawab dengan kasar.
Ermmm...
"Ada tak surau dekat2 sini?" saya tanya perlahan. Solat tu urusan dengan Allah kot, bukan selayaknya diannouce.
"Pergi PLUS highwayla", dia cakap kasar.
 Ke tu cara dia bercakap?

Saya keluar dan pergi restoran sebelah. Semua lelaki. Saya pandang ke depan. Ok..

Saya boleh baca signboard PLAZA TOL 100m di hadapan.
Saya rabun jauh.
Kalau saya boleh baca means tak jauh sangat la tu...

Saya masuk semula ke servis centre dan tanya lambat lagi ke kereta tu nak siap. Mereka kata pomen dah buka errrr... apatahnama benda alah tu.

Me: oook gud. Sebab akak nak pergi PLUS tu nak solat .
Man: kakk jauh tu. G tanya kedai sebelah la..
Me: dah... macam tak der la telekung.
Man: kak.. ambik motor saya, jgn la jalan.
Me: dah berpuluh thn akak x bawa motor.. alaa x jauh pun.. mungkin lambat sikit. Korang tunggu tau..

It took me 13mins walking. Ye. Saya timing.
Takla jauh mana pun.

Lepas solat saya mereput semula d service centre.

I was d second last customer.

"Kesian awak balik lambat", saya cakap pada staff yang tinggal. Semua lelaki.

"Takper kak. Biar saya terangkan bil ni pada akak", dia cakap. Bagus budi bahasa budak2 ni. Derang panggil mokcik akak.

Saya capai beg dan balik.
Wait...

Saya buka air-cond. Sejuk.
😟😟😞😞😞
I dont remember seeing anything about aircondition in d bill.

Nope.
They did not change d fuse box yg rega rm780 tu either.

I saw d foreman cut d red wire. And I remembered his words "ada caranya".

Pagi2 hari ini saya beritahu Kak Sal.
"Benchmark baru. Kita baiki air-cond lagi murah".

"Berapa?" Kak Sal tanya.

"FREE!!!"

Huh.
Hahahahaha
Saya fikir kejadian ini takkan berulang.
Saya fikir mereka kasihan sebab saya berjalan jauh sebab nak bersolat.
I remembered d same man was apologetic about d small surau when I first came to d service centre last year.

"Dik, sembahyang saja kott.." saya jawab
"Tapi kadang2 ada orang Melayu yang komplen sempit dan tak selesa", dia cakap. He is an Indian.
"Janji ada tempat solat dik. Kot g oversea akak sembahyang kat mana yang ada tempat je dik", saya jawab. Grateful.

Which is true. I believe solat tu urusan kita dengan Allah. Bila pergi run kat tempat yang saya tak pernah pergi, saya guna sebotol air mineral untuk berwuduk, bentang kanvas dan sembahyang kat kaki lima.
Saya bukan alim. Tapi solat tu urusan kita dengan Allab. Dah kenapa nak petik orang lain?
Islam tu mudah dan praktikal.

Saya anti dengan orang yang fefeling lindungan kaabah. Solat je kot.

Cuma tu la...
Tak tau plak saya lagi jauh kita jalan kaki nak g solat, lagi murah rezeki:)

Sorry kak sal.
Benchmark dah bertukar tanganπŸ™„πŸ™„πŸ™„


Saya tak nak susahkan orang cer...

"Yuran nak bayar ke tak?" saya cakap sambil pandang tepat ke mukanya. 

"Saya bayar, nantilah..." dia cakap separuh berbisik. 

"Tak bayar pun tak apa. Ponteng dah cukup hari nak kena buang sekolah", saya beri cadangan bijak.

"Dah cukup hari ke?" dia tanya while I read his body language. 

From my experience dont push too hard. Saya angguk n we continued with d lesson, let them digest d news first. 

Sewaktu orang sibuk drilling baru kita sambung...

Me: or your brother will pay full fee? 
His friend: tak bayar..
Me: ehhhh... sangat menyibuk. Not ur brother okehh. How d u know.
His friend: kitaorang taulah, dah lama dah tak nampak.
Me: dah kenapa quit?  Yang korang biar tu kenapa? 
His friend: ehhhh apsal salah kitaorang pulak..
Me: korang yang tau, patut ambil berat la...
His friend: ehhh kita pulak...

Tu namanya fasa tarik tali. 

"Come F , let us talk", mokcik panggil. 
Macam 4 tahun dulu, dia bercakap sopan. Mokcik dengar dan tanya how to solve it.  

"Susah ce..." dia cakap. 
Masalahnya motor rosak, abang baru eksiden dan tak ada kenderaan lain nak ke sekolah yang jaraknya 20, 30km. 

"U dont expect me to fetch u kan?" saya tanya sambil ketawa. He laughed too. "Tapi if u MIA u will be expelled", saya sambung. Tu fakta. 

I suggested he take a lift. Ada satu nama yang saya sebut.

"Teacher, dia sampai sekolah sebelum pukul 7, pukul berapa dia bertolak. Teacher fikir?", dia tanya pulak. " Yang lagi sorang tu ok, tapi saya tak tahan mulut dia" dia cakap, terus saya ketawa.

"Jangan!", saya tegah. 

Saya cadang dia tumpang rakan lain. Tapi dia kata dia tak mau susahkan mereka sebab they either dah ada partner (pillion rider) or tumpang orang juga.

"Then how?" saya tanya...

Funny. He came out with one. I hope it works. We discussed all angles. Saya tanya macam polis pencen. 


"Jangan ambil hati ye tadi" saya cakap. 
I told him, kalau panjang umur, sampai tua pun kami akan berjumpa jadi I always hv his best interest at heart. 


He said something which I forgot. But when I asked him to go out for recess he turned down.

"Saya tak nak makan teacher. Saya nak siapkan kerja teacher ni baru saya keluar".

Oh well...

My friend dapat Burberry on Teachers' Day. Saya tak pernah dapat waima beg plastik sekalipun.
But then once in a while, I got a student like this boy. 

Yang walau macam mana 'buas' sekalipun, sentiasa 'jinak' bila dealing with his poor teacher.

That is, THE BEST GIFT EVER.

#nangesss

Love will lead u back.

Ce gugel. It is Taylor Dane's song. Korang kecik2 mesti gila nyanyi masa cekgu tak ada dalam kelas. Mengaku sajalah...

Gigih mokcik tukar tights sebelum sembahyang zohor. Niat nak training. Katanya set 1 6km - rehat 12 minit - 6km
Baru lari 630m hujan turun.
Hampa..


Terpaksa mokcik balik dan termenung merenung ke luar jendela dengan hati bagai sembilu menusuk hati ini tanpa simpati di hati. Ingin rasanya ku laungkan rasa kecewaaaaaa...

Ok tu lagu Ella.
The thing is, it made me thinking...

When a fren suggested I shed some weight, oh ... sentap... i vowed not to follow.
But still, unconsciously I did.

Bukan saya sorang je yang terkurus. Beliau juga. Crystal clear.

Dia kata dia kurus...
"Kurus sebab makan hati", saya usik. Dia diam.
I think I was spot on. There r few things told by others tapi saya tunggu dari mulut beliau sendiri.

Starting this year whenever I will b off I will let another fren knows, so that she will find replacement to pick d newspaper. One day I was really ill, I did not inform anyone. It happened d big shot was scheduled for a short visit. It was a mess.
I have been down d weather for d whole week.

It was bad. I lied down in musalla during my free time. I lost my appetite resulted at times I was so weak.

Anyway, there was a run which I already registered. Larat tak larat saya kena bangun dan pergi as I promised d kids too.

We were talking about accommodation when I told them d flag off is 6.30a.m.

"Boleh bangun ke?" dia tanya..
"Laaa", I protested.
"Aku taula..." dia berkata sambil menjeling.

I did not answer.
I never tell others about my predicament. Tak perlu.
I was so scared. Maybe I hv to look for illegal cctv planted around #12A. Heh?

"Opt for HM" dia cadang bila saya beritahu my timing. Gilerrr, saya balas.
Not long time later, I went straight to this fren suruh buatkan training set. Like????
Because in d last run, it was so awful.
But then...

In d early stage of our relationships/ friendships/spaceships (erghh), if called, normally d kids will entertain. Sometimes they replied d text when I was driving or too lazy to open my mouth.

Repeated patterns.

I left d phone where it can easily access by them. Then, I saw a message. De-javu.

"Beritahu XX I m on medical leave", came d text.

It has been ages.
So many things had transpired between us.

But still.
I went to XX and passed d message.
He was curious.  I mean XX looked curious.

Well...
Me too.
Dalam hujan... err... xder kena mengena kot...


Previously when he n his gang hurt me so much, saya doa Allah kirimkan rakan2 yang baik dan takkan aniaya saya lagi.
Saya doa Allah berikan mereka rezeki yang melimpah ruah supaya hidup mereka tenang dan tak perlu menganiaya orang dah.

Tapi kini, dalam hujan, saya cuma terfikir kalaulah dia berpura2 dan bakal team up dengan rakan2nya untuk menganiaya lagi, saya tak fikir saya kuat macam dulu. It still gives me nightmares up to now.

Dalam doa yang tak tentu makbul, saya pohon, if this time will lead to something equally disastrous, I hope our path will never cross, may we never see one another, sampailah ke hujung hayat kami berdua.

😒

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Love means you never lose hope.

Iman: Mak Andak, Ilman gagal..
Iols: Imannn ko tak boleh gagal
Iman: dah gagal pun mak andak. 26% je

26%?

Dulu masa form 3 pun tak pernah lulus juga. A week before PT3 baru saya tau. Saya ajar teknik je kot, sebab bahagian tu dia dapat 0. Lepas ikut teknik tu he got 7/10.
Terus dia semangat. Patut saya balik lepas Zohor, tapi sampai Maghrib he insisted to do extra exercise.

Iman passed.
Just pass.
At least he passed.

In my humble opinion he could do better.

"Cikgu kau ni ngajar macam mana sampai Ilman pun fail?" sorry... mokcik terpengaruh dengan rakyat Malaysia. Asal budak fail je kita salahkan cikgu.

" Cikgu Iman tu ok Mak Andak. Semua orang dapat elok. Ilman sorang je fail", hati saya lega sikit. " Banyak mak andak dia bagi Iman latihan. Ilman sorang je yang dia bagi. Tapi Ilman yang tak pandai mak andak" he added...

Makcik bertenang n checked his exercise book. Latihan banyak n semakan pun bagus. Bukan salah cikgu la..

Masa cuti raya Ilman bawa homework. Sesuatu yang menakjubkan.

Anak sedara saya yang nombor 4/18 ini bersekolah di sekolah sukan. Bila hujung minggu dia ada games. Kalau saya datang he was either sleeping or pergi games.

Sewaktu cuti sekolah dia ada latihan pusat. Weekend games juga. Celah mana nak study?

Eh... tapi orang lain tu bersukan juga.. tak fail pun..

During raya, semua orang busy. On his last day baru mokcik bukak crash course.

Malam ini Ilman texted, beritahu he passed. He was delighted. I m happy he improved a lot but...

I need to see d answer sheet.
He sent pics.

Yippeeee!!!
Mokcik rasa nak melompat ke langit biru.

Gud job Iman.

Sebenarnya menjawab soalan peperiksaan macam juga pergi berperang. Kalau pun ada senjata canggih tapi timing kelaut sangat tak guna.

It is all about strategy.

"Bila mak andak nak datang. Ajarlah Ilman" dia tulis..

Cesss flowery hati Mak Andak ..
     

Love is....

Remember a boy who was sent to tahfiz few months before SPM?  He came back to sit for the major exam. He failed.

Dulu2 kot budak fail, saya geram kenapa mereka datang dan ambil exam. Jatuhla gred.  But for him, I dont hv any of those feelings except symphaty.

May be I mellow much.

Last week I bumped into him. Haggard. I talk to d mother n asked about his going-ons. When d mother said he used to loiter in a certain house, I asked her permission to send him home if I saw him there.

She agreed.
Nothing wrong with d host. But... he might get a better influence if he mixed with dif crowd. Simple.

Today, I saw him coming back from work maybe. He stopped at his best friend's house. Gigih mokcik pergi menempel sekali.

"Ngarut betulla... dah habis sekolah pun cikgu sebok2 nak datang membebel", tu intro. Walapun hambar tapi depa ketawa juga.

His best friend's dah nak balik to his college. We bid him good bye. But his sister stopped d car n we had a chat for a while.

Yes. She was my junior in hostel. Persahabatan kami kekal walaupun jarang jumpa.

Me: so, napa eh, lepak..
Him: mana ada kawan lain...
Me: yang pergi situ tu buat apa?
Him: mana ada buat apa pun... kadang tu saya bawak laptop tengok youtube je..
Me: ada wifi ke? Boleh la i dtg sekali bwk laptop jugak.
Him: mana ada tcer, kdg2 je derang belanja saya hotspot..

Nampak sgt x kasi tcer dia dtg..

We talked about life, about his future n all.
Not much. I hope he knows, lulus ke gagal, belajar tinggi atau tidak, kerja besar atau buruh kasar, kasih sayang teacher derang tak pernah berubah.

Saya tetap pandang mereka macam kali pertama berjumpa sewaktu umur mereka 13 tahun.

Semoga Allah selamatkan mereka, di dunia dan akhirat.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Fireengine ride

Masa minggu orientasi di Uni dulu ustazah dah pesan, jangan nak motor dengan bukan mahram. Kalau Allah ambil nyawa masa tu macam mana? Dia tanya...

Mokcik skema. Kalau tumpang 2, 3 orang mokcik naik. Tapi kot naik kenderaan berdua je, dengan Jie je saya rasa tak batal air sembahyang. Dengan orang lain, except for an ustaz whom I know d wifey (it was long time ago when I do not have a car) dengan orang lain saya tak mungkin naik

I made an exception on Saturday. 
Bersusah payah saya memanjat lori bomba.

"Boleh ke kita ikut Encik pergi ambil budak2 tu?" saya tanya muka kesian..

"Boleh. Tapi nanti cikgu kena duduk kat belakang tu la. Tak apa?" dia tanya kembali.

Giler! Kot suruh duduk atas bumbung pun mokcik sanggup. Naik keter bomba kott..
You have?πŸ˜…πŸ˜…

Sebab trak kosong, encik bomba tu kasi duduk depan. Patut mokcik buat muka cool la macam kat kat umah ada 18 keter bomba. 

But I just cant. 
Dah mcm serombong lubang hidung mokcik..

"Ni la first time kita naik keter bomba encik. Boleh x kita ambik gambo?", mokcik tanya minta ijin...

From my experience, if we do not errr flirt, people will not treat u with respect. 

Tempatnya tak jauh dari kem. Dalam 4,5 km je. Jalan kecil dan berbukit. Selekoh tajam. 

"Nak bawak kereta pun gayat macam ni. Terernya Encik bawak trak kat jalan sempit", ikhlas mokcik puji. U shud see d road.

" Saya dah lama tak bawa. Tapi hari ni pemandu yang sepatutnya ada urusan jadi saksi nikah pula. Terpaksa saya ambil alih", dia jawab.

Makkk aihh.. teruss dug dag dug dag hati mokcik. Jalan dah la sangat curam dan sempit.

Luckily we reached d water catchment area. He stopped d truck n wanted to open d gate. 

"Jangan encik biar saya buat", saya melompat turut. At least kot encik bomba buat kesilapan sewaktu memandu dalam black box (?) ada terakam pada hujung hayat mokcik berusaha membantu. Jauh mokcik berimaginasi kata ko..

"Pagar tu berat cikgu. Cikgu larat ke?" dia tanya.

Ini yang saya respek dengan lelaki yang berkerja di dunia lelaki. Mereka sangat menghormati wanita. Buat kerja berat mereka x izinkan. 

Cuma, lelaki yang saya temui dalam pekerjaan ramai yang pilih untuk menjadi biawak hidup lindungan kaabah. In order to have an emotionally-stable working life, I chose to do things myself no matter how hard it is. But still, there r many men whom r very supportive n ever-willing to lend a helping hand. Tak ramai, tapi ada. For that I m so thankful.

So no. Takat tolak pagar was not a big deal. 

"Tapi kita tak berdaya nak turun naik keter bomba sepantas orang bomba encik.", mokcik cakap sebab memang terhegeh2 mokcik turun naik. 

"Tak per cikgu. Inikan baru kali kedua cikgu naik kereta bomba", dia kata. Lawak jugak. Tapi... encik bomba ni dah lama taj memandu kottt, baik saya jangan ketawa lelebih. 

D view was breathtaking.
I did not snap pic. Hynoptised more of.

"Encik, kenapa batang pokok ni cantik macam lukisan?", I know it sounds stupid but you should see d trunk. I might not do justice tp them due of my poverty of vocab. 

Encik bomba shrugged off. 
"Mungkin sebab ini tanah tinggi dan udara kat sini lebih bersih dari di tempat kita", dia jawab. 

Make sense. 
We reached d water catchment. Of course ada rasa cuak. Kaki gunung, tak ada orang. 

Tak sampai 5 minit a man from Lembaga Air Perak came to check d water level. He claimed that, but in my humble opinion he just want to make sure d water supply wont be contaminated by strangers. Great. Now I know d tap water in my house is really clean!

D troop promised to come down by 4p.m. we reached there at 4.15p.m.  By 4.30p.m masih tak nampak bayang. 

"Mungkin ada yang injured", encik bomba meneka sambil buka pelantar kat lori. 
To be honest, I do not know what that 'thing' is called. 

"Kita berat encik. Idak ke runtuh benda ni?" Mokcik tanya, jujur.

"Wehhh ni boleh tampung 1200kg ni.." dia jawab dan terus mokcik duduk bersila.

To kill time he told me abot forest n trails. About life in d forest n all. It was very informative but I had a promise to drive to Kampung Run after Asar. 

I told him if in 10 mins d troop did not come I will walk to d camp.

"Jauh tu cikgu..." he said.
"Boleh" mokcik wayang konfiden tahap langit. 

Luckily at 4.40 they arrived with malim. Waaa.. melompat semua orang going up d truck.

This time around d  crews ada so we occupied d back seats. 

Despite dah lama tak memandu katanya we managed to reach d camp safe n sound!!

Salute!!

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Menjauh

"Satu hari, if any of us were demotivated please remind one another y we want to do it in d first place", saya cakap dengan J. She nodded.

I bet it never crossed her mind what we will b going through.
Saya pun sama. I know it is going to be hard, but NOT THIS HARD.

Long ago I could smell jealousy among her peer.
"All of u have a fair chance. Up to u to take up d challenge r not" saya beritahu mereka awal tahun dulu. "Nanti hujung2 jangan petik kata tcer pilih kasih pulak", saya cakap sambil ketawa. Mereka ketawa dan kata mereka tak sanggup.

One. Only one showed a symptom of 'rotten heart'. It was in March. I told J to b careful n avoid any toxic friend at all cost. Dia angkat kening as if to say, "ye la sangat tcer ni...".

I stated d facts as usual. " Dont waste time with people who will bring you down" saya cakap mudah. No elaboration.
In August, it was an open secret. D gud thing, J is well-prepared. Instead of wasting time indulge in self-pity she brushed it off lightly. Cerita habis sebab tiada sambutan.

Following d 2 people who refused to let d girls helped me out with previous task, saya fikir panjang about people around me. Made a mental note not to dwell in poisonous talk either.

Should I started d damage control plan?
After much thinking, I did not. D girls already solved it. I am sure by now the 2 persons know their plan had backfire.

But I did tell J to be extra careful. The last thing I want is to b brokenhearted by hurtful remarks by geng Lindungan Kaabah.

I heard how they complained non-stop when others did project.
Despite preaching about syurga neraka, they chose to belittle others n 'advise' them what shud n shudnt do.

Not gud.
I keep my distance.

If I have my calculation correct, these 2 persons will go to d boss n started relate all d 'inappropriate  action" n  advised d boss on how to deal with d issue.", they had done it before, saya fikir mereka tidak akan berhenti.

Lately, I noticed orang ke-tiga sudah ditarbiah. It was not d first time. Jadi radar saya berdenting tidak berhenti.
Tak perlu kot saya hentak kaki segala.

Hidup ini pilihan. If these people choose not to work with me, d only option I have is to do it without them.

"Yang ini boleh tak?" , saya tunjukkan dokumen pada Mr A.
He read thoroughly.
"Boleh. Tapi hang nak buat juga ke?" fia tanya.
"Mesti. To fulfill d requirements", saya cakap ikut fakta.

There r person like Mr A. Full of doubt n lots of question. Saya salah dia marah. Saya betul dia ikut. Easy.

Yang penting bila saya usahakan sesuatu, dia hulurkan bantuan.

There r others who loves asking questions. Di belakang mereka menyondol sesama 🐷. Hahaha ni ayat KRT .
Be nice but keep them in d dark.

Perjalanan berbaki 3 bulan.
Doakan kami sihat dan berjaya mengharungi cabaran. There were times saya rasa sangat patah hati.

Doakan geng Lindungan Kaabah dikurniakan rezeki yang melimpah ruah supaya hati mereka tenang dan tidaklah ada masa nak menganiayai orang pula.

Sekian.

Menuju syurga.

Awal pagi, terdengar berita sekolah tahfiz terbakar. I smirked.
Dah banyak terbakar. Hujung2 mereka claimed, takdirrrr...

Cett...
Right. Dah ko buat bangunan takder CF, lagi nak berselindung dengan nama Allah.

Lebih 20 orang mati, saya baca news pagi. Gila. Siapa yang tak sedih?.

Tahun 1989 (saya gugel) 27 orang pelajar mati terbakar di Sekolah Pondok Padang Lumut , Kedah. Nyawa kott.. It was on d front page. I was still in Form Four. Gila tak sedih knowing girls ur age mati terbakar berjemaah because of d candle.
I mean... kan dah ada elektrik masa tu. Kenapa guna lilin? Kenapa dibiarkan?????

Dont they ( d admin) learn anything?
Yes. Saya susah nak faham. Jangan sebut pasal takdir. Kalau SOP dah ikut, tapi kemalangan terjadi, tu baru takdir.

Before went home, I stayed at d office completing a mundane task. It made into afternoon news. Saya gugel a few facts yang saya dengar kat televisyen. I do not hv d luxury menengok tv dengan tenang bila tengah buat kerja. Sebab tu saya gugel bila free

Hati saya tersentuh bila baca nota ni.

Anak kecil ni kata dia masuk tahfiz supaya boleh tolong mak dan ayah masuk syurga.
Seumur hayat, saya tak pernah buat hal yang besar supaya boleh tolong mak dan ayah saya masuk syurga. Wakaf kecil2 dan yang paling termampu saya buat ialah kerjakan umrah untuk arwah ayah saya. Itu semua saya buat masa umur 27 tahun, lepas mak saya ajar.

Just imagine anak kecil ada cita2 nak hantar mak dan ayah ke syurga.
He perished in d fire too.

Sangat sedih.
Sangat ...

Tonight I watched prime news.
Heart-wrenching news.
When d presenter delivered d news about d notes, she was also faltered. Who didnt.

Saya fikir orang lain pun sama. Kalau tak menangis pun paling kurang bergenang air mata.

Mereka kata yang terkorban itu anak2 syurga. Ya... saya pun fikir begitu. Luhurnya hati mereka.
Semua ibu bapa yang keluar tv pun nampak redha dalam kesedihan. Unlike some people yang gigih nak saman sana sini n make some noise, they r very composed.

Benar. Janji Allah itu benar. Setiap yang hidup pasti akan merasai mati.

Cuma, kemalangan boleh dielakkan.
Bangunan harus selamat.
Mahal sedikit tidak mengapa.

Selamat jalan anak-anak syurga.
U guys just had taught me d true meaning of love till Jannah.

Semoga ini cerita terakhir.

Intan Terpilih.

"Sultan Kedah meninggal?. Betulke berita ni?", saya tanya Velloo yang duduk di sebelah saya malam Isnin yang lalu.  Maklumla ... saya kurang yakin berita di whatsapp group.

"Dah konfem. Sultan Nazrin pun dah bagi statement suruh bendera separuh tiang", dia jawab. Kalau quote sultan selalunya betul.

The thing was, sepanjang hari saya tak stabil. Jadi tidaklah saya tahu hal dunia.

Balik rumah, I searched for white-Sony handphone yang retak seribu. I was looking for d demise daughter's number. Saya kirimkan ucapan takziah dan mendoakan yang baik2 untuk almarhum dan keluarga.

Tak..
I dont think d daughter knows me. It just happen satu hari saya tengok orang ambik turn bergambar dengan baginda n saya pun berlari mintakkan orang ambik juga.

"Nanti send ye"dia kata.
"Tapi... kita takder.."
She gave me d number...
"Tapi... kita..." saya memang bengap, I shud adfress myself as patik but I keep forget.

"S.." dia kenalkan diri sambil tersenyum. Like??
"Of course I know who u r, but I do not know yg ambik gambar tu", mokcik jawab. Eh???

That is how humble d princess was. Her sister came to deliver a speech.

It is a common practice d master of ceremony will stand behind d speaker throughout d speech.

It is very uncommon for any speaker to notice. But she did!.
Dia pusing belakang dan kata "puan, penat puan berdiri. Duduklah". D mc geleng kepala. But she insisted few times.

Forgive me. All this while saya fikir royalties sangat poyo but what I saw just proved that, like us d royalties are also people with heart.

Terus saya googled her background. She went to Cheltenham Ladies. Goshhhhh... Ever since reading Ken n Abel then Should I Tell The President, saya kagum bila dengar Cheltenham Ladies. Entah betul entah tidak spelling tu...

My point, d king with all his wealth can spoil his princess but instead he gave her d best money can buy, education at top school. Princess dalam wayang sangat snobbish dan spoilt, but d two princess I met/saw r very humble.

A sign of good upbringing.

Jadi bila tuanku mangkat, I was thinking about d princess. Who is going to b a successor?
What about d daughters?

I m sure they r well-off. No offence. Kalau duit saya digabungkan dengan TheOtherFriend (dia kaya kottt), agaknya tak sampai 1//250% harta mereka, but still...

"Just imagine kak... Ada sultan baru, jadi Istana Anak Bukit tu mereka kena kosongkan la...Mereka kena kosongkanlah ye kak" saya tanya Kak Sal. Padahal macam saya, istana pun tak pernah tengok.

"Itu pakcik deme... dia jaga lah nanti", Kak Sal jawab, macam Sultan yang baru tu dia kenal sejak kecik.

Saya pun angguk... Jinak.
I hope Kak Sal is right.
It must b sad losing a dear father. Losing a house (palace) where hold all d  fondest memories is unthinkable. May Allah ease their pains.


All-fatihah.



Kita Berbeza 2

D meeting was fruitful. I got d highest score n it means I got d most $$$. Nothing much but it comes with an invite to a precious meet.

Yippee...

I could not do it without others, especially Shril. I gave him some money...

He refused.
Lepas saya beritahu punca dan why he deserved it, barulah dia sudi nak terima.

"Kak... MasyAllah kat, besarnya kuasa Allah. Tadi tengah hari ada orang bayarkan lunch, now dapat duit". Haha saya tersengih.

"Bulan ni saya 'sangkut' kak. Besar nilainya ni. Hebatnya kuasa Allah kak" sampai gitu sekali Shril grateful.

"Tapi ini duit Shril juga. Kalau sorang2 tak mungkin akak larat. Terima kasih".

Terharu saya bila Shril doakan, "Semoga murah rezeki akak. Lenkali nak mintak tolong apa pun akak cakap je.." dia kata .

Saya fikir macam makbul je doa tu nanti.


# terharu

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Kita Berbeza Uno

Saya memandu laju malam semalam. Sampai di simpang berhadapan balai polis, saya fikir seseorang memerhatikan dengan pandangan tajam. Malam gelap, kenderaan bertali arus, mustahil!!

Saya menoleh ke belakang. Dia masih lagi memandang. Hagak2 la bang... Dia kat simpang, habis keter belakang stuck.

Saya memecut laju. Sampai di pagar saya disambut oleh Pakcik Jaga yang mengatakan ramai orang dah datang...

Parked my car n ran up d stairs. Partly sebab saya lambat, mainly sebab saya takut. Malam kott...

"Kita lambat..." saya cakap kat orang sebelah. Beliau senyum.
A man came n gave d handouts.
"Sorry lambat", saya cakap.
Dia jawab, tapi saya pun dah lupa.. serabuttt...

There were many important info shared. Masa ni pulak saya tertinggal pen. Jadi saya kongsi dgn org sebelah.
Padahal kali terakhir kami berjumpa ialah berbelas tahun lalu. Layannnn...

It was almost done. Padahal saya lewat 30 minit je kot.

Wait...
Saya teringatkan orang di simpang itu. No matter how hard I tried to forget him, wajah beliau tetap menari2 di depan mata.

Saya fikir seploh kali. Kalau saya diam, dia akan bergossip dengan rakan2nya. Entah apa yang dia dan rakannya reka cerita nanti. Serikk..

Kenapa dia tak boleh bertanya sendiri. Kenapa dia selalu pilih nak mengata di belakang.
Kenapa saya perlu risau?

Tapi saya serik.
Jadi saya kirimkan pesanan ringkas.

Ada mesyuarat di xxx pukul 8.30. Dah pergi tidur, jangan fikir lagi.

Tiada balasan.
Harapnya tiada umpatan juga.

Serikkk..

Monday, September 11, 2017

Masa lalu.

Recently semangat 'memasak' saya kembali. I downloaded Cooking Fever n Cooking Joy in my cap-ayam-handphone.
Tetiba saya terkenangkan my ex-boss n our mutual friend. We used to sit together n thinking about our ex-boss. To be honest, we really worried about him then. Berbual sewaktu saya sedang 'memasak'. BBNU  sangat perangai...

Now, I've never met d ex-boss for years n for d mutual friend, I bet kami tidak mungkin lagi duduk bersama sehingga ke hujung hayat kami berdua. Unless ada orang yang takder kerja letakkan kubur kami sebelah menyebelah. Tu mokcik have no sayπŸ™„.

I havent see ET since errr... forever. Tetiba. Out of sudden I remembered her. I called up.
Me: Hello ini kita, Izan.
Et: Ada nama maa..
Me: Oo talipon kita pecah, i lost all number, thought u lost mine too.
Et: talipon et pun pecah juga, tapi nombor still yg lama. Haha.

Mine too. I asked her to join a run. Sebab kalau menang dapat Rm800. I think she could.

"Ko gilerr????" dia tanya.  Tapi akhirnya dia setuju...
Saya fikir pompuan bila berkawan memang macam ni. Senyap berjuta tahun pun, bila kawan bagi idea bengong, masing2 gigih turut serta, so that idokla yang bagi idea tu nampak bengong sesangat.

I called Jie up too. Suh dia join d run.
" Not me" Jie kata...
Zaman BBNU saya akan reasoned until he gave in. Nowadays I learn to respect others limitation hahaha..

Ok fine. He juz won an inter-club golfing competition. Kot boleh swing tak boleh lari ke cemana kekdahnya. Instead, we talked about other going-on life.

It dawned to me.
Seumur hidup, bila berpisah konfem terputus hubungan. I m not into d habit nak berthrowback bagai.

Then, there people like Et n Jie.
Yang tak pernah menyakiti, tak pernah ambil kesempatan dan tak pernah berlakon sesuci embun pagi.

I hope I will be like them.