230. SahabatPenaKu...Wani

Pocketeers, i use to have a pen pal,
i got a hold of her address first in 1992 from a column in a newspaper.
The funny thing was, i found the newspaper cutting from a 'kedai gunting rambut'
an old surat khabar waiting to be used as a packing material for the hair i guess.
Sent her my first letter, and she replied back a year later,(Or at least it felt like a year)
and we've been corresponding tru Pos Malaysia ever since.

i've lost her phone number when i came back from japan,
(Changed my phone number and lost the last sim card)
that was 2004, now its 2009 i'm starting to miss a portion
of love from this heart of mine. Her very existence as my penpal.
Hope she got married with the actor i heard she was dating with.

yes, it is my fault that the communication broke down.
I know that 5 years is a long time for someone to realize
that he's missing something, i'm not going to list down
all the excuse i have. (It sounded silly anyway)
But I am just going to ask for your forgiveness.
wani... will u ever forgive me ?

And so i've sent her a letter to her usual address she use to live.
Hope the letter arrived to her safely and calculating that she'll be
receiving it immediately, then today is the day she's suppose to read
this blog.
This is a scheduled post as i am now in thailand.
But sure hope she leaves a message in the comment area.

Since ayaq masak is saying that my post usually ends with a question.
She mentioned it in her post Sibuk la sibuk sibukkk
then i'm going to put in the usual ending here as well...
POcketeers, have any pen pal from your earlier days?

229. Bii, apa mau buat biii...

Sambungan dari citer semalam , 228. Bii, apa mau buat biii...
Heavy as it seems, but i still need to spill it out. :)

'Maaaad, dengar cakap Appa yaa, malam ni jumpa bonda,
besok Amma buat paratha ya, Mad makan paratha Amma ya,
tp malam ni musti mau jumpa bonda tau' Param loosing
his control of his tears starts to lie to the poor boy,
planning on how can he send his wife's paratha to Mad
if he dont know to which family mad will end up to next.
Thinking of words to put to Sheila,
persuading her to let him take care
of mad just a day more,
just for a day more.

Listening to this lie from his father who took him in
when he was just a baby 6 years ago, Mad unwillingly
agrees to take his bags and approach the car.
His Amma is at the door now, so does Ganesh.
Param was escorting Mad to the car when mad realizes
that something is wrong, yes bonda sometime do come to
pick him up for a night or two, but she never come to
pick him by herself. 'something is wrong!' he thought..
he dont know what it is, but he thought it is best for
him to search for the best protection he have, his Ammaa.

He ran back to her who waited at the door.
Seeing him running, his Amma open up her arm, to hug him,
to soften his landing, to hold him even for the last time.
But as he was reaching her mother's hand, he felt a fast
tug by his collar and the next thing he know was that
he is on the driver's big shoulder, taking him to the car.
'ammaaaa!! ammaaaa!!!'
crying on top of his lung, but there's nothing the little
hand with only 3kg of muscle can do, struggle hoping
for sympathy.

'Tu la, kan saya dah kata, jangan bagi bapak dia mai jumpa,
tapi u degil param! u jangan salahkan saya dalam hal ni,
u yang buat ni pada diri u sendiri, Mad akan saya hantar
ke family lain, u tak payah cari dia. anggap saja dia dah mati.
elaun u jalan... u jangan risau, saya janji sampai 14 tahun,
saya bagi sampai 14 tahun' A lady stood in front of Param with
all the might of an authority character, suit and high heels,
coming back from work maybe.
'MemSheila, mem tengok la isteri saya saaanngggat sakit hati tu,
dia sayang sangat sama mad, kesian la sama kami mem,
kami tara perlu itu duit, kami cuma mau Mad saja,
tolong la mem, tolong lah' Param was trying his luck,
kneeling to Sheila. Showing his hand to his wife,
who are rocking on her bottom, foot touching each other,
crying her eyes out looking at mad being manhandled inside the car.
'u yang salah! besok Farid datang kan!?
u suruh bini u nangis lagi kat dia,
moga dia tau kesan dia datang jumpa anak dia disini.
Baru padan muka dia. huh!!' pushing the begging hand away,
walking boldly with her 4 inch heels, approaching the car.

And the car roll away, with a silenced silhouette of Mad
struggling in the car, trying to get out.
'Appa, mad mana pigi appa?'
'appa pun tara tau la ganesh..appa pun tara tau'
n he hug his wife who are still rocking,
striking her forehead, crying, cursing her life
for her beloved Mad was taken away.

Farid can only stood frozen like an ice statue with sadness the
next day when he arrived at Param's house to visit his only son
from a 'mistake' he made in his younger time.
The food he brought, the plastic truck he bought is meaningless
now that Mad is gone. Param is patting him on his back,
trying to calm him down, somebody please shut that old lady up
cause her wailing is freaking agonizing.
'ayyooo, ampun farid!! ampun!! kami tara buleh buat apa apa juga fariddd..!'

228. Bii, apa mau buat biii..

'bii, sudah la tu bii, nanti dia bangun juga, nangis lagi,
susah juga mau bawak dia pi, hati hancur saya faham bii,
kita sayang dia macam kita sayang anak kita sndiri juga,
tapi bii, Mem dia kata hantar tempat lain,
hantar tempat lain juga kita mesti mau buat,
bii.. sudah la tu bii'
Param was talking as slow as he can,
trying his best to pacify his wife who are hugging Mad in his sleep.
Regardless of the sound of a weeping lady, he is still sound asleep
hugging his bear. Dreaming about his day maybe, running in the yard
with ganesh, the only relative he knows all his life.

'tada la aneee, itu MemSheila haa, mentang mentang dia kuturunan raja juga,
mentang mentang ane keja sana juga, dia boleh suruh ini suruh sana,
dia tarak kisah perasaan, dia tarak kisah anak dia sndiri, makan ka, minum ka,
nanti Mad mau pigi hantar mana pun kita tara tau, Ganesh rindu Mad nanti,
apa macam kita mau buat aneee? Bii rindu mad nanti, apa macam aneee!!?'
breaking into cries dat would hurt any man's feeling. sobbing like a baby,
a 4oyears old baby. Striking her palm to her forehead, making a low volume of
'pap!!pap!!pap!!' ignoring her husband who was trying to hug her.

A sound of car stopping by their front yard,
slow humming like any other high class car should hum,
'thump!!' Even the sound of the doors closing sounds different.

'Bii, jangan la buat Ane ini macam, Ane tarak buleh tengok la Bii nangis ini
macam, Ane sakit hati la Bii, sakkkit hati nii Bii, sudah. Amik baju n mainan
Mad suma, kereta suda datang tu..' a sound of fear mix with sadness in his voice.
'ammaaa.. apa pasai nangis, Mad minta maaf, apa Mad sudah buat ammaaa..?'
Mad woke up, eyes half in tears just by looking the weeping lady who have
been feeding him from the beginning of time.
'tara apa apa juga Mad, besok bonda Mad mau jumpa,
Appa sudah siap beg ni, Mad pi jumpa bonda ya'
'tamau! tamau! mad tamau jumpa bonda! Mad mau duduk sini, Ammaaa,
besok Amma janji masak paratha, Mad mau makan paratha Ammaaa'
cried Mad, trying to swindle his way not to meet bonda,
but just to his surprise, his Amma just shut up and ran away,
hiding her tears. Mad clinging on param instead, hoping for sympathy,
praying to god Param wont let go,

'dey Param, we dont have all night lah!!
get the boy in here or we will go and get him.'
an angry voice from outside shouted.

What to do param, one hand its the feeding hand,
another is the loving arm.
lari?...
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and here is a 'coma' for this story,
hope i can finish it before i'm going to thailand on the 19th.
Write u again yah pocketeers:D

227. K0ngkek!!

Tajuk diubah sedikit mengikut nasihat yang tua lagi berpanglaman.

Pocketeers,
how was your weekend?
i betcha u guys had a great weekend arent ya?

anyway, pocketeers sekalian pernah dgr nama semut kongkiak tu tak?
makhluknya seperti gambar dibawah.
kepalanya besor banyak dari badan,
keras cam ketam jgak kepalanya tu,
ada dua siung punya la besor!!
skali ketit mesti bengkak punya lah!!
Mama bebaru ni kena ketit,
ada tiga kesan 'ketit'an nyer n jadi
mengelembung with air bisa the next day.
siap demam lagi tuu!!
permanent parut kat kaki mama, kesiaaan mama..

so since mama hangin ngan kongkiak nii,
kitorang gi bli racun anai anai n start pouring in like no one else care.
we bought three bottle of the juice and poured it all over the place
till there was certain chemical smell in the air.

mama was soo irritated with the existence of this kongkiak,
till she poured the concentrated liquid onto the first nest we found.
50ml of the racun was suppose to be dilluted with 2 litres of water.
hahahahahah... the poor ant was dead the very moment the juice
touches the ground. Its like even the smell of the racun anai anai
killed them instantly.
after she finish up pouring the second bottle of the racun anai anai,
she despatched Filantera to buy her some petrol to burn em alive!!
hahahah, talk about woman's scourn kan.. :D

the flame was nice!! we never thought that soil can actually burnt.
n the smell was somewhat like ikan bakar!! i wonder what was the
delicious smell we inhaled.

Conclusion for todays post would be...
Ladies in pain and permanently scarred is Jenosaidal
(gi tgk kat link itu untuk makna, pocket tak nak taruk perkataan sebenar
takut lain macam punya orang plak yg datang blog ini ^^)

setuju tak?

eh kejap, betul ker nama makhluk ni kongkiak?
pocket tahu makhluk ni sebagai kongkiak...
certainly nama nya tidak seperti tajuk diatas...
pocketeers yg dari negeri lain...
korang kenal tak semut nii?