Selasih tuanku lekat di kain,
mawarlah patik pohon berduri;
Kasih tuanku dekat yang lain,
biarlah patik bermohon diri.
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I must have been made of stone. If not rock. You just have to continue being you, that is made of water. Drip on me.
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Even if it wasn’t the Hari Wanita Sedunia, I would still do this. This. Yes, this… has been going on for a little too long. I am beginning to dislike it. So this morning I seriously sat Enida down to have a serious Akal dan Hati discussion. Because when I woke up on the sofa, waiting for the second load of laundry to finish, it was as though I had been hard hit on the head. My heart stopped beating and my head started spinning.
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I have been wasting my time. This morning, like all the 35 mornings I had before, I realized that I have been around the right kind of wrong people. And this is nowhere near the fault of others. I let myself be. Therefore, before I step into my 36th day being back in this beloved country, with my eyes wide open at 0543hrs, hear this…
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It’s over.
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Whatever it is.
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Kehadapan Anand yang diingati,
Semoga warkahku ini tiba di pangkuanmu dengan selamatnya. Dan semoga kau tahu, bahawa dirimu itu tak pernah lepas dari ingatanku. Susah senang, senyum dan tangisku kau selalu ada… dulu disisiku, kini dihatiku.
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Anand ku sayang,
Setiap kali aku terpandang sepasang saree itu, hatiku pilu. Sejak kau pergi aku berdendam pada Tuhan. Dan hari ini ketika aku melintas di ruang legar bangunan itu, pilu bertukar rindu. Di situ kali terakhir kau mengucup bindi di dahiku.
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Buat pertama kalinya setelah lama kau tiada, tahun ini ku kuatkan hati mencari ganti saree turquoise yang telah lama lusuh itu. Dan aku tahu, yang akan tetap terang di malam Diwali nanti adalah cahaya kasihmu. Memadam dendamku. Tuhan lebih sayang padamu.
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Tak ada lagi sindoor tilak di dahiku tanpamu, Anand ku.
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Dengan hati pilu,
Enidashwary
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Posted in Culture, Nostalgia | 2 Comments »
From the corner of my eyes I knew she was eyeing me. In fact, she scouted around me, walking nervously in loops before disappearing behind the airport exhibition partition board, perhaps trying to gather some courage to do what she had to do to me.
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Just when I was not looking – or honestly trying not to look – she came back with her nervous smile that almost looked like a pain on her face. She said her ‘hello’ but I squeezed my lips tightly together and gave her a sigh, consciously refraining myself from saying, “Yeah yeah… what do you want?”
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And when she said, “On behave of the LCCT airport blah blah blah blah blah…” I was ever so ready to correct her pronunciation of the word behalf. Plus, I was at KLIA, not LCCT. Hello miss, hello miss, yenna solla poringa? Mimpis kah kawu hini?
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However, into the second minute of the survey interview and after knowing that her name was Lee Ngor, which made me think of Lee Young in Singapore… I started to have some painless smiles on my face. Surprisingly, I was kind of enjoying having someone asking me about what I like and what I would like to have at an airport.
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At the end of the interview, Lee Ngor took out a red leaflet from her tote bag and handed it to me, thanking me almost profusely. Hmmm… now that I have a voucher for a room at a nice new hotel, maybe I too should conduct a survey in order to decide whom to take with.
Ehem!
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Oooh Enida, behave!
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Setelah banyak berfikir dan berdrama dalam minda antara watak Enida the Angel and Enida the Devil, sudahnya status Facebook saya berbunyi begini:
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“Enida loves rainy nights and is having one tonight.”
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But reality is, I just came down from my bedroom… all hot, steamy and satisfied! And so I came, done! Thanks to my iron(man) Phillips, my latest affair. By the way, he is Phillips. A model. Model G1028.
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Siapa kata kerja gosok-menggosok sampai tegang dan licin itu senang. Berpeluh-peluh nak mencapainya. Itu belum masuk bab panas dan stim bergerakerja dalam pelbagai posisi. Nak duduk rasa macam tak cukup berat menekan. Nak berdiri, bila lama sangat nanti sakit pinggang. Every stroke counts.
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Walaubagaimanapun malam ini terasa puasnya bila acara gosok-menggosok sehingga tegang dan licin itu selesai dan Phillips tersandar menyejukkan diri. Ada senyuman manis terukir di bibir saya yang tak dapat digambarkan dengan kata-kata. Lebih-lebih lagi di malam yang bergerimis sebegini. Ahhhh!
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Yang akan menjadi duri dalam hati saya nanti ialah ketidakupayaan saya untuk percaya… bahawa cinta itu ada. Bahawa hati saya ini nanti akan ada sandarannya bila letih berlari dari yang mungkir janji.
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Kerana yang telah menjadi duri dalam hati saya kini adalah cinta itu sendiri.
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Lalu biarlah tak ada.
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I must have been seven then and I remember specifically asking my dad what ‘class’ we belonged to. Whether we were Orang Kaya or Orang Miskin (The Rich or The Poor). You know how it was as a child, we had this funny urge to belong and to fit in, hoping that we were the hierarchical toppers. When I asked dad the question, I remember looking specifically at our bathroom door almost feeling sorry that it didn’t even look like a door.
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But perhaps it was that door that made dad think we were in a class of our own. He said we were neither kaya nor miskin. We were Orang Berada‡. Because we had a house. We had a bathroom. And our bathroom did have a door no matter how unlike a door it looked like. We had money. It was barely enough but we had money when we had it. We had wheels. Riding on dad’s bicycle was definitely faster than walking. We had food on the table. Though we didn’t really have a dining table. We sat on the floor around our food at mealtimes. But we had a floor of the house. And we had a house.
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Most of all, said dad, we had the will to better ourselves so no one would call us The Poor. I learned it from my dad that we didn’t have to have all, to have it all. We had it all figured out and today we are okay. We are our all. Each other.
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Orang Berada‡ loosely translates to ‘people who have (everything)’
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Posted in Sense | Tagged Life, Parenting | 2 Comments »
Edrick: Mommy, where’s my iPod?
Mommy: Still in the truck maybe.
Edrick: Nooo! You carried it into the house last night.
Mommy: Nooo! I carried you into the house last night. Not your iPod.
Edrick: But Mommy, the probem is… you carried me into the house because my feet were tired. I didn’t carry anything. Because you carried me. That’s all I can renember. And that’s the probem.
Mommy: Oh? Is it really a problem?
Edrick: Of course!
Mommy: And whose problem is that?
Edrick: It’s your probrem because you’re gonna have to go get it from the truck.
Mommy: Nooo, I don’t have to.
Edrick: Then, it is my probrem.
Mommy: *goes to the truck anyway, to solve everybody’s problem*
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The kitchen is in a mess. And so is my life in a glance. My hair is up, my face still has its OXY10 patches from this morning and my dress smells like fried fish. And you wonder why I have not been writing, don’t you? Well, wonder no more. I am so happily busy that I haven’t had time to sit down and word my feelings.
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But it’s not fair, I know. There you are waiting for my smiles, and here I am hiding them.
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Between then and now, I have gotten me a CRaVy, a black one. And just less than a week prior to that, I got me the “Enida Consultancy & Services” incorporated. And oh, have I told you that I have gotten me a new sister-in-law? I bet I haven’t told you that I have also gotten myself into a pit that has delicious bread, have I? Umph! Much better than what I used to get at Ukay Bakery, you betcha!
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So my dear Silent Reader(s), I now refuse to be a Silent Writer. Let me clean up the kitchen, my face and my life tonight and be back in your arms with more than just my smiles.
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Posted in Write On | Tagged Life | 4 Comments »
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