Be and I were jusssssssstt chatting about the annual news here in Malaysia – Malay kids losing fingers lah, terburai tali barut tali perut lah, playing with bunga api and mercun during Raya season. Tengok-tengok Mak Andeh dah blogged about it that very afternoon. And I was just telling Be that last year when I was back here without him, I did go and buy some bunga api in Kajang. Alah, the ones with the belang handles and let out a lot of smoke tu.
I had lots of fun playing those bunga api with my elder sister berdua. Apparently, my family was having a lot more fun watching our gelagat – two thirty-something women ketawa sampai tak cukup napas mengingat all those kelakar incidents many years back in our lives. We were very much ‘deprived’ of all the so-called fun back then. Of course we kicked and screamed about it. I cried one whole afternoon when Dad wouldn’t let me buy the metal-handle bunga api cap kepala kucing hitam. Even with my OWN saved pocket money! Boy! Did I ever cry!
But I am grateful to Mom and Dad for depriving us of those bunga api then. My siblings and I have survived these many years with all our fingers, toes and tali perut in tact. Well, maybe we were not as creative as some kids, stuffing carbide into metal pipes or what not. I am still thankful that our parents went bolayan and didn’t care at all if we were not creative that way. Kids are kids. That’s why I sneered at the comment made by parents (whose son made it to the annual statistics this year), that they did not know how and where the boy obtained the bahan-bahan membuat bunga api sendiri. Yeah right! Lepas tangan.
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