Ku mahu
dalam setiap kekuranganku
Kau lebihkan sabarku.
Dalam setiap kesusahanku
Kau senangkan hatiku.
Dalam setiap kesempitanku
Kau lapangkan fikirku.
Dalam setiap keresahanku
Kau tenangkan jiwaku.
Dalam setiap amarahku
Kau pujuk rajukku.
Dalam setiap rinduku
Kau pimpin tanganku.
Dan ku mohon
dalam setiap kemahuanku
Kau kasihi aku.
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*Enida
17 July 2012
Jalan Ampang
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Sayang, kalau sayang urut tangan Abang… itu tandanya Ida sayang Abang.
Oh cenggitu eh? Abang sayang Ida apa tandanya?
Kalau Abang sayang Ida Abang berdengkur.
Apa pulaaakkk?!
Ya lah, berdengkur tu tandanya menghargai… sedap sangat kena urut.
*nangis*
Hahahahaha… come lah sayang. Sini Abang peluk, come!
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Being happy doesn’t have to be expensive.
Here I am, a kampung girl, running around selling t-shirts for mere few hundred dollars. The mere hundred dollars that keep me with the love of my life, whom I am raising to be as kind as I can possibly be, as kind as they can possibly be. Kind, warm, happy and alive. At the end of the day, yes… we will all die alone. But it is how we will be remembered that we are creating now. Not later.
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Kitreena heard the terms “Apa Cher?” on TV and from her friends at Pak Ngah Production.
Kitreena: Mommy, what is ‘apa cher’?
Mommy: Aperture?
Kitreena: Yeah.
Mommy: You mean aperture on a camera?
Kitreena: I don’t know, it’s in bahasa.
Mommy: No, it’s not. It’s in English. It’s a term in photoghraphy. Aperture.
Kitreena: No! The kids at my dance class always ask me ‘apa cher’.
Mommy: Ohhhh! Apa cher for ‘apa cerita’!
Kitreena: What’s ‘apa cerita’?
Mommy: It means like ‘what’s up’ or ‘what’s the story’.
Kitreena: Why can’t they say ‘apa cerita’?
Mommy: Because they are lazy and they are cacat.
Kitreena: What’s cacat?
Mommy: They are disabled in the brain. They can’t say words that have more than one syllable.
Kitreena: Ha ha ha! But really, in English you can’t say ‘what’s the store‘ for ‘what’s the story’. A story is a story, not a store.
Mommy: Ah well, sweetheart. That’s why I am writing a book about my people.
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Apa Ce Ca, Bo? = Apa Cerita Cacat, Boleh?
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We were on our way to Yamaha for his piano class, just the two of us in the car.
Edrick: Mommy, I think I don’t wanna go to school anymore.
Mommy: What do you mean you think you don’t wanna go to school anymore?
Edrick: I think I don’t wanna stay in school anymore.
Mommy: What do you mean, baby?
Edrick: I just don’t feel like it anymore.
Mommy: But why, sweetheart? What happened at school?
Edrick: I am tired of all the hard work at school.
Mommy: What hard work?
Edrick: Writing and writing and counting and counting and division and multiplication. All the hard work is harrrrrddd.
Mommy: Okkkaayyyy. So what are you going to do if you don’t wanna go to school anymore?
Edrick: I don’t know.
Mommy: You have to do something. Everybody has got to be doing something, ya know?
Edrick: Like what?
Mommy: Like… working. If you don’t wanna go to school, it looks like you have to start looking for a job.
Edrick: *is shocked and has his eyes and his mouth wide open*
Mommy: But you have to be really good at something, only then will someone hire you to work with them.
Edrick: But I am not old enough to work.
Mommy: So what are you going to do in the meantime, then? Until you are old enough to work?
Edrick: How many more years, Mom?
Mommy: Ohhh ten. Maybe twelve years.
Edrick: That’s longgggggg!
Mommy: Yup, so what are you going to do for twelve years if you are not in school?
Edrick: I am not sure.
Mommy: Look, if you stay in school, you get smarter and smarter every year. And when you finish school, you move on to university to become even smarter. And then because of your smartness, the university will give you a degree. With your smartness degree, you are able to get a great job and really good pay. Thennnn, you can do whatever you want with yourself and your life. And your own money.
Edrick: Okay okay okay! I’ll stay in school and go to university, Mom.
Mommy: Ohhhh that’s the best news I have ever heard in my life!
Edrick: Are you sure I can do WHATEVER I want when I have my own job and my own money?
Mommy: Absolutely sure!
Edrick: Okay then, Mommy. I will go to school everyday from now on.
Mommy: You have been going to school everyday, baby.
Edrick: Oh yeah!
Mommy: *thinks that her son would make a good lawyer because WHATEVER she thinks can, and will be used against her soon or sooner*
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On the way back from school…
Edrick: Kitreena, could you please stop singing that song?
Kitreena: But I like singing it.
Edrick: But could you please stop it, I am trying to take a nap.
Kitreena: Go ahead, take your nap.
Edrick: But I can’t do it when you sing that song.
Kitreena: Why not?
Edrick: Because your singing makes my brain tell me to dance!
*Kitreena sings louder*
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Edrick had his show-n-tell today, just like every Friday. And the topic was of course ‘My Father’. It’s June. What else! I printed out pictures of him and Daddy, and Edrick was to tell his class everything he wanted to tell about Daddy.
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He practiced and practiced on the way to school. It was at least 4 rounds and every time, he would say almost totally different facts about Daddy. And in one of the rounds, as I knew he would say it after spending two weeks with Daddy, and not hearing a word from him now almost three weeks since Daddy returned to Moscow… Edrick said that he missed Daddy very very very much.
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He didn’t cry.
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I did.
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Sayang tau tak dekat kampung dah ada McDonald’s?
Tau.
Mana tau?
Tauuu. Orang yang bawak Abang aritu kan. Orang lagi dah lama dapat info dari McDonald’s insiders.
Sayang cakap apa tadi? Yang perkataan mula-mula tadi?
Perkataan mula-mula?
Ya, yang mula-mulaaaaa sekali tadi.
Perkataan apa? “Tauuu” tu?
Bukaaannn. Yang lepas tauuu tu.
Mana ada orang cakap apa, orang cakap orang tauuu sebab orang yang bawak Abang.
Haaa tu lah, perkataan selepas tauuu tu. Cuba ulang.
*kerut dahi* Kenapa pulak?
Abang nak dengar.
Tak nak.
Ulang lah sayang.
Sebab?
Sejak bila sayang ber-“orang-orang” dengan Abang ni?
Oh ha’ah kan! Hehehe tu lah. Siapa suruh Abang tinggal Ida lama-lama kat rumah Mak?
Aikkk! Orang jugak yang salah? Tak apa lah, biar orang je lah duduk rumah Mak lepas ni.
Abang mengada! Malas cakap.
Hahahahahaha tapi orang mengada pun orang sayang kan?
Tak, pergi lah sayang orang lain.
Tapi Abang sayang orang yang ini.
Wekkk!
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It was not the first time. Just like time and time before, when I needed you and the thought of you, I ended up in the same parking lot crying my heart out, and my soul clean. Drive down and come park by me. We’ll take a walk and say our prayers. Walaupun You di hujung sana, dan I di hujung entah mana.
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Hello sayang.
Hello Abang!
Sayang Abang buat apa tu? Macam terkejut aja Abang call.
Eh tak! It’s just nice Abang call. Ida baru jap panjat katil. Dah unpacked. Dah mandi. Dah wangi.
Tu lah, Abang memang dah agak. Perfect tak timing Abang call sayang ni?
Kalau Ida cakap perfect, nanti hidung Abang kembang. Malas.
Hehehe kembang tu sebab nak cari bau sayang. Sayang dah nak tidur eh?
Ha’ah sikit lagi. Nak abiskan 3 pages buku Ida ni.
Alaaaa sembanglah dengan Abang duluuu…
Ni sembang lah niii. Tak ke?
Okay kay kay. Eh sayaaaang…
Hahhh! Abang kalau nak bagi teka-teki lagi, Ida letak phone kat bantal tau!
Alaaaa sayang, Abang bagi aja teka-teki ni. Bukan Abang nak suruh sayang teka.
Dah tu? Ida nak buat apa kalau tak teka?
Sayang fikir aja jawapan dia. Later-later pun tak apa.
Abang niiihhh. Ida malas betul teka meneka ni.
Sayang tu selalu gitu. Tak cuba lagi dah give up.
Kan Ida dah cakap dari dulu Ida tak suka.
Okay yang ni sayang tak payah teka. Sayang dengar aja.
Hahhh? Then what’s the point of bagi teka-teki kalau tak nak orang jawap?
Alah sayang, itu taktik aja. Dah dengar kang, sayang diam pun tak apa.
Wekkk! Ha’ah, pastu Ida runsing satu malam tak boleh tidur fikirkan jawapan. Iya lah tu.
Seriously sayang, dengar aja. Tapi kena dengar baik-baik ya.
Hmmmhhh… menchi tau. Okay lah okay lah…
Dalam banyak-banyak orang kan… sayang? Hah tidur lah tu?
Taaakkk, Ida dengar lah ni.
Hehehe okay, dalam banyak-banyak orang kan, orang mana yang boleh bagi sayang teka-teki walaupun sayang tak suka jawap?
Hahahahahahaha!
Tu lah yang Abang rindu nak dengar tu. Nak dengar sayang ketawa.
Abang niiiiihhhhh… *terus nak nangis*
It’s okay sayang, dua minggu aja lagi.
Lamaaaaa… *nangis*
Tapi cuba sayang teka, ada siapa kat luar pintu yang akan knock on the door like this…
*knock knock knock – on the door*
*terdiam*
Boleh teka?
Abangggggggggggg! *screaming all the way to the door*
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