vespa’s

i grew up listening to stories about abu’s from the family, and in particular from my emak side. as i was growing up, my abah would drag me out to the rubber estates not really near with my house (actually this is his hobbies when my father not to “menyalak” with his student). i love my abah vespa’s…big butt and look soooooo sexy. dat the only transport yg abah akan bwk masuk “kebun” and tak mungkin dia kotorkan his car.

pepagi mak akan kejutkan saya…”erm, nak ikut tak?” i know children will be children, and how difficult it is for parents to get their children to be interested in what they think is important. it’s a lovely dew-covered wiken morning at the kebun. the morning sun has burnished the tree with a golden hue. enjoying the morning’s full glory is a special family. wo-wo-wo where is my SPF15? …not to use on de dat time-lah but my emak always brings a mor-pi-ko or what a nyamuk label yg cuba-cuba kiss and do a love bite to my skin. dush*

“mak, buah ni bleh makan tak?”

that’s ”buah pelanduk”. the red color and kechik-kechik look like red berries yg bersepah dlm kebun getah. the taste is very “testis” and dat why-lah all de bird pun mkn diz buah. emak kata kalo binatang bleh mkn diz buah, so kita pun bleh mkn jugak. but mak...kita bukan binatangkan? wakaka, naughty huh? nak kena ketil ni. saya tak rasa ramai org akan kenal diz pokok and i’m really miss smell of “kebun”.

how fast our lifestyles have changed.

my abah mmg superb with a gud PR. cikgu la katakan. sometimes, i would just seat in the car and he would leave me with a “tora” or “ding-dang” or others chikedish to rasuah me and join him to go to pasar ikan. aiyoh!!! the strong smell of “pasar” was everywhere.

saya mmg kekwat dari kechik…i love his “rasuah” but i still not to go to de pasar, hahahaha :p all families have their fair share of good times and bad. poised and full of charm.

bila sampai “ari itu”, abah sllu balik dgn bebrapa bungkusan hadiah. saya tak tau apa prasaan abah on dat time. walaupun letih but abah masih bleh memeluk saya waktu dia balik mengajar. hey, look…abah bwk chikedish to me too. mungkin abah rasuah murid-murid dia kot utk belikan hadiah? or buat ugutan utk tak bagi pull mark paper exam diaorg (sori abah, juz make a stupid assumption, huhuhu).

abah mmg garang masa mengajar, even…rotan is his bestfren. kat sekolah dialah cikgu yg digeruni and kat rumah saya cuma gerun masa dia mengajar subjek bm to maths and make me really-really sesak nafas. pwooooorrrh, lebih seram when his mengajar mukaddam & al-qur’an. nasib jugak berzanji atuk emak yg ajarkan, kalo tak…but my abah cuma garang on dat time je tau. sebab kasih sayang abah & emaklah saya jadi saya skarang. next time, saya citer plak psl family protocol and de pantang larang yg emak kena ajarkan includes de which baju you kena pakai for any function….mati deeeeek!

kalo saya di tempat abah, “ari itu” pasti saya tak ke sekolah sbb dia bukanlah favourite cikgu pd memurid dia. ucapan tahniah hanya dtg dari emak-bapak dan org kampung yg nampak pengajaran abah itu berkesan…on dat result.

abah dah lama berehat kat rmh dan mungkin jugak penat. walaupun dia tak trima hadiah yg byk, but abah tak pernah lokek berikan hadiah pd org lain. korang tau, abah dah hadiahkan vespa’s dia pada sorang polis. vespa yg pernah bwk saya dan emak ke kebun. dgn vespa’s itu jugak abah pergi mengajar memurid dia kat kampung pendalaman. tindakan yg kurang for-fu-lar but cukup menyentuh ati, sooooo touchin’.

today is 16th and…memurid abah pun dah terlupa agaknya. but saya juga murid abah.

“selamat pagi cikgu pencen”