Wednesday, November 18, 2009

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

4 comments:

~ mizzAmy ~ said...

pocket, amy tak paham lah... i have to come again and read it. maybe tak paham bahasa india tuh kot.

Super HaNa said...

ahahha
watashi pun sama amy
3kali baca ulang masuk
tp ngak bisa ngerti

aduhh

cHeRyNa PiReS said...

Pocket mmg saja nak bagi coma. Sebab? Saje nak bagi org baca part 2 dulu:)

Ane...banyak sangat dialect dalam nieh tau. Sekarang Sha kena makan kari:P

atty's said...

tgh memahami kan ..nya !