Ini Yati. we 1st met in year 2000, in grand-con hotel langkawi, new intake short course. she was my next-door-neighbour. after 3 days course, we split n never keep in touch.
Met her again during another 2 weeks course in pangkor 3 years later. we were roomate. again after course we never met, no phone call either. i m a strong believer that no news is a gud news (if u called me n i didnt answer so u know y la kan)
9 years later, she stopped in front of 12A.we were speechless n later ketawa berguling, what a pleasant surprise that we r now live in d same neighborhood.
"how d u know i m here?" did i tell u that i never believe in coincident?
"tengok senarai nama tuan rumah kat pemaju" said her. where else?
"nyesalnya x beli rumah yg INI, besar sikit" she said, admiring the (empty) lawn, she loves gardening. when she booked d house, her priority was d location n mine is size.
twice d burglar broke into her house, thats y she wanted d house on d main road for safety reason. i m broke, so i never worry about such thing coz d only treasure in my house is piles of books which my sisters n i bought since we were in school, until now. btw thats y i need BIGGER house.
despite our house is juz in walking distance, we rarely meet up unless if there is A VERY VERY important matter. takat jumpa nak kasi tau saya ada beli baju baru yg tu saya tulis kat dinding facebook dia saja. thats y i like facebook much, tapi saya xder pun baju baru jadi tak pernah la saya tulis macam tu kat facebook.
atau if she wrote, "saya sedih/kurang sihat hari ini" on he facebook wall. i'll definitely visit her, juz to make sure she's ok. the common belief that kaum wanita suka bersidai di rumah tetangga sambil bergossip juz doesnt apply to both of us. i would rather bersukan than duduk bergossip di rumah orang. buang karan.
on THURSDAY i called her up. she was on d way home from Bidor, because there was something going on that i need her expertise. i waited at her gate. we TALKED, TALKED n TALKED until its approaching maghrib. the actual plan is to break fasting outside, tapi banyak sangat cakap x sedar dah maghrib. we break fasting with kue raya n after maghrib prayer went out to have tomyam n kailan ikan masin at a famous(diorang cakap femes tp x tau la plak betul ke x) roadside stall.
well, we had so many things to talk about so cooking is time consuming.
i planned to went straight home after meal, but had to take my red schoolbag in her house first. it was 9.20p.m (lebih kurang la) n we were discussing abt work related thingy when we heard d racketing noise.
kalau dalam movie, d characters will look blanky at one another and rushed to d door. but told u, both of us mmg x peduli org pun, we keep on TALKING.
the noise juz keep going strong, but incomprehensible (belasah je la). puzzled we tip-toeing to her master bedroom.
we dont need to tip-toeing actually but in d film everyone did that so we have no other choice haha n d master bedroom because it offered the best view to USHA d scene.
first n foremost, shut d bedroom door so no lights so the outsider (who maybe spying on us too, who knows could never trace our activity)
there were two groups of ladies in their skimpy dress having a tiger-fight (it is bigger and noisier than catfight of course!). thanks god after few mins time we hide behind d blind, it seems d man with rambut masak (most probably d P*MP) managed to put things under control.
the outraged ladies yelled alot, thanx god it wasnt in any languages that i studied in school, (did i tell u i also learnt tamil? thats another story la kan)... so i didnt know what transpired d awful incident.
we didnt wait until d drama finished. we had enuff.
bila makin tua, anak (murid) pun makin ramai, saya menjadi semakin takut kalau2 saya tersilap cakap, takut2 Allah terbalikkan hati saya atau hati anak2 (murid) yang sangat saya sayang.
mungkin saya tak patut membaca novel SALINA tulisan A.Samad Said sampai 2,3 kali sewaktu di bangku sekolah dulu. masih ada lagikah berjiwa SALINA dalam kalangan mereka?
saya mencuba bersungguh2 untuk tidak menjadi judgemental. Anda bagaimana?
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