It was after SPM.
I took a job 28km away from my home town just
to fill in the free time waiting for my SPM
result. Working in a shopping complex as a
'lai lai!! beli kasut! mulah mulah!'
One day I got to know a lady that her name
got something to do with the sentence
'Dirgahayu malaysia tanah airku'
lets cal her IMA shall we, a general name
I always call lady character in my post.
She worked in the girls dress department,
kinda fit her well since she's those slightly
underweight girl who u'll definitely ask her
to take another serving of nasik during
lunch time. Her hair was like rihanna dancing
under the umbrella. I'd say her face was also
best described as rihanna too. Dark skin with
lips that looks like soft chewy marshmellow.
ish! gigit gak kang!
her SPM. She drifted her way from somewhere
south untill she landed herself in a friend's
house and living there for 6 months since.
One night her friend's family had to go to
some funeral somewhere west and they could not
leave a stranger in the house all alone for
the whole week.(takut si IMA angkut bersih,
abis perabut perabut dan apa jua benda yang
tak ter'skru' ke dinding ilang)
So they've asked her to find another
shelter to stay for the whole week...
My house was her only hope then,
me and my brother had to make the call..
'Mama.. ada kawan nak mai tidoq
umah kita seminggu buleh dak?'
'aaaa dia pompuan'
'apphaaaaaa!!!' ala ala ibu mertuaku
jeng jeng jeng jenggggg
She stayed in my house the whole week,
Since my mother and grand mother was also home,
there was nothing notty I can do. I remember that
was the week our wooden stair squeaked and somehow
the metal hinges from the door also making those
creepy ghost movie sounds.
(Old school preventive action, they can make
wooden furniture and stairs squeak)
That was also the week that I've found out the
ladies short skirt from the Shopping COmplex
was actually a 'seluar' disguised as miniskirt.
Ironing them is not that easy!! oih!!
End of the story, here is the post.
I think I am independent enough,
I mean I went to MRSM when I was 16,
and started to wash my own shirt by myself
then.. money from my parent was never enough,
Not their fault, it was just me who wanted to
eat branch with the rich and famous.
So I'm selling maggi to pay for them.
Ohh I thought I am independent enough,
until I meet IMA. She ran out of her house due
to some family issue. Putting aside the thought
of running away from your family is a stupid thing
to do, I think I adore her strong will.
I will never be as tough as she is.
Being a young girl running away from parent,
sleeping in friend's house,
hoping that she is not the daughter
of some low standard pimp who would sell her
by the kilo. Then when a problem with the
current roof over her head arises,
she took care of her ownself by asking
a male friend if she could crash at
his place for the week, praying to god
that I'm not renting with another six boys
who would happily have her for 'dinner'.
My mother did talked to her, venusian talk.
heart to heart... and my mother too think
that she is a girl who know how to carry herself
in uncharted seas with strangers tide to rely on.
Dat movie songlap reminded me of her.
I wonder where she is now?
married a rich dato' I presume...
it was her dream then...
how about u pocketeers,