Nope !! I'm not telling you that i play fifa in the afternoon, after getting sick with hang screen for several occasion i started to back to the past, while me lay down in queen size bed in my room i begin to recall some memories i had with arwah atok, for sarawakian like us #SLU Normally we call our grandpa,atok as Nenek ( spell : Ninek ) my special superior grandpa, we called him ' nek mok ' because when we kid, we are stupid idiot but honest give him the nickname because he quite fat but when i see old photos of him, he not fat actually he just have bulky physical and because he used to wear big size shirt that's why he look fat.
when i kids, me with my abang and adik usually had outing outside follow atuk met his business woodwork partner. the best is atok really sporting ! he didn't care what we wore, usually back then when i followed him i wore seluar pendek,selipar and t shirt. after saw three of us getting sleepy and look lost when he had conversation with partner he as soon as possible quickly to finish his business then took us to the medan selera in front of everrise batu 7. what i remember is he belanja milo peng ( iced milo ) ABC,roti canai and mee kolok, that's why i began to love mee kolok because there's no other halal food i can eat la. the other booth is selling some chinese food.atok really cool because he always got friend to chat when lepak at the food court. i guest it's been 10 years i not eat at the food court in front of everrise batu 7 and tung yang trading co. the only thing that different now and back then is the small but tall figure hill next to the food court had been bulldozed, since the opening of serapi corner in 2004 people around there getting so sensitive about food especially when missionary from semenanjung come and blah blah blah about jakim and halalan toyyiban. excuse me, we original of sarawakian are liberal OK !! we dont care about halal term as long as the food is clean and safe to eat and we islamic sarawakian dont eat pork.so dont think we are jahiliyah or knowledgeless understood !!
on the way back to kampung in friday afternoon while I'm at the back seat, atok will give me some candy to eat, if the candy habis stok already atok will stopped at chinese grocery on the roadside, atok will stay in the driving seat while nenek took me out to chose which candy and snack i prefer. until now the 80 kilometer journey from kem penrissen batu 8 to gedong is a short journey for me though no kuching - serian highway yet at that time.for that sweet journey the brand Torrone sweet always in my mind because it is cheap and tasty. 10 sen u can get two piece of candy u know !!
the other port makan nek mok had brought us is the sofiabon cafe at pekan serian, when i was kid especially petang jumaat when we had stop there for rehat dan rawat, nek mok will stay there with three of us while mom and nek us ( spell : URS not you ass or ers ) been to pasar serian to bought some raw material we 3 stooges and nek mok will lepaking @ hangout at the cafe to have milo peng. when we return kampung in pagi sabtu, we also stop there and have some meal. the special thing sofiabon cafe sell their cuisine/main course at the morning when that time for breakfast actually.that's why i dont feel weird or alienated when i see kelantanese or sek2 kelate makey nasik berlauk di awal pagi.nok pelik nate gapo ?? aku pung makey nasik berlauk pukul lape,sembile pagi maso duduk seghawok dulu.
nek mok spent so much time with me compare to my own pop. he also patient with our demand, i remember when we want go to tung yang but that shop not open yet, he seat at the floor and reading newspaper waiting the shopkeeper to open. when i receive my first form to give kebenaran from parents or caretaker to allow us to go to involve in co-curicular activities he filled that form while my parents was somewhere in this world. after i moved to single house in kem batu 8, nearby to my old house, i used to played football on pitch at the back of the house.atok spent his 3minutes to kick the ball to me, i was trained as goalkeeper by the way and maybe because of his redha and berkat, in football I'm very good at goalkeeping position even though my height is just 1.66 metre. nek mok is my biggest influence in my life.
when i passed my akil baligh era, we are getting serious business especially when nek us left both of us forever.atok always asking for my help and at the young age of 13 years old when other teenagers used to sleept 1pm and wake up at 12 pm. i had to spent my school holiday to be by his side as his khadam or sidekick, he knock my door room to wake me up at 4.30 pm and the prepared for solat subuh, after subuh in the morning of tuesday - thursday and saturday, i will stand at the sideroad and give signal to the van driver to pick him up and deliver him to serian haemodialisis. at the young age of 14 years old when others teenagers began to dating,declare their relationship and spend their holiday with family or lepak at shopping mall. meanwhile,i spend my school holiday in kampung to taking care of him, and let nek mok hold onto my biceps and shoulder because his vision and short sightedness are geting worse so he need something to rely on. i dont care or shame because it is my time to serve good for him even just need to ensure he got something to hold on while walking. sad to say, in 2008 just after 3 week we return to KL from celebrating hari raya his health condition are getting worse and that night after I return from KAMI the concert in Bukit Jalil, mom had to balik kampung along with my younger sister then followed by daddy.only me and younger brother at home and the oldest one in boarding school.after discover about his critical condition from what i heard from my mom and his friend next door chattng while i made my way to the door house.i just keep calm and watching liverpool vs wigan live game which liverpool win 3-2.
about 6 am, the phone in ruang tamu is ringing, i pick up the phone it is called from pop daddy just to told me that nek mok has just leave forever, im not crying what i did is prepare for solat subuh and after that reading surah yassin for him.the only thing i terkilan and regret is i almost break my stupid idiot brother door room because he dont open the door and listen to me that grandpa has gone forever. at mid day of sadness sunday he came out of his room and i just told him that grandpa has gone, i really anger that time because
1) he dont open the door for me
2) he dont recite al fatihah or yassin to his own grandpa
3) he treat the day just like typical weekend day
4) he dont call mom or ambik tau what just happen
me as haji ali grandson really ashamed for what he did, if u dont respect me i dont mind, but u dont even give a respect towards your grandpa,nek mok the person that taking care of u when your father away.
it's like a dejavu, nek us @ hajah Nipah gone in the early morning of sunday and nek mok @ haji Ali gone the same way. sebak didada masih terasa hingga kini,untuk dia ku tulis memoir ini.syawal sejak 8 dan 4 tahun lalu sentiasa rasa janggal.why do i dont merengek to balik kampung during holiday ?? i had spent enough time and lot of memory with him to remember, the only reason i return is to pay him a 'visit' and recall all the moment with both of them.
Bila dunia seolah tak memahami
Kau sudi selami, dalami dan mengalami
Setia mendengar, sentiasa hadir
Ingat setiap ulangtahun, setiap hari lahir
Tiba pagi Syawal, kaulah yang terawal
Syawal yang terakhir ini pasti rasa janggal
70 000 hijab harus ku singkap
Ku sorok kitab balik tingkap penjara hinggap
Dalam diam ada, seorang yang ku puja
Kau teristimewa tapi dia yang sempurna
Kau sudi selami, dalami dan mengalami
Setia mendengar, sentiasa hadir
Ingat setiap ulangtahun, setiap hari lahir
Tiba pagi Syawal, kaulah yang terawal
Syawal yang terakhir ini pasti rasa janggal
70 000 hijab harus ku singkap
Ku sorok kitab balik tingkap penjara hinggap
Dalam diam ada, seorang yang ku puja
Kau teristimewa tapi dia yang sempurna
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