~ kalau kamu tahu ~

masa yang berlalu:

-Kenangan yang pilu

-Saat yang di rindu

Cuma hanya

Senafas kamu

Kalau kamu tahu

 

nkc

Inflight otw home from Ha Noi

231223

Happy Birthday Luv 🤍

I love u today

I loved u yesterday 

And I will love u till d end

Of our days

InshaAllah

 🤍

Once upon a story - 9 - balik kampung

Balik kampong is one of the most exciting moments in a child’s life. I still can remember my sweet moments of balik kampong.

Kebetulan Bak orang Batu Pahat n Mak pulak orang Alor Setar, jadi masa zaman budak2 dulu, cuti skola je, mesti balik kampung. Time tu tahun 70an, beb. Memang kampung tu betul2 kampung la.

Kalau balik Kedah, specifically Sungai Korok batu 1, turun je bas ekspres, lintas jalan, jalan ikut denai, jumpa line keretapi, lintas, dan jalan lagi 40 meter, sampai la kampung Atok Kedah @ Tok Bee. Punya la rustic kampung tu, semua rumah pakai atap nipah atau rembia je. Rumah seme dekat2 je, xde pun jalan tar, pokok nyior melambai, dan beberapa depa sampai la kt tepi sungai. Ingatan gua yang paling teringat adalah rumah Atok Kedah kecik je, tapi bertiang dan tinggi. Katil satu je dan katil besi. Memang rare la. Pastu banyak buku komik. Rasanya sepupu gua Abang Li n abang Jet yang punya dan diorang tinggalkn kt situ sebab diorang dok kt Serdang time tu. Tv memang xde la. Sempat la main2 dengan budak2 kampung jugak wlpun memori nya semakin pudar. seme orang sembang utara pekat noo. Layan..

Balik Batu Pahat pulak, rumah nenek gua @ Atok Petom kt Jalan Tanah Merah, dekat area Gunung Soga. Daripada Jalan Tanah Merah, masuk simpang rumah Atok memang jalan tanah merah sampai la ke hari ni. Jiran Atok Petom ada dua je kt dalam tu, satu rumah cina, n satu rumah india. Tapi diorang baik2. Asalnya rumah tinggi jugak tapi lepas merdeka, dibuang tiang tu n dok la atas tanah. Belakang rumah Atok ada pokok durian, rambutan, manggis, langsat. Jalan turun bukit sikit belakang rumah tu jumpa sungai. Merasa la jugak mandi dengan sepupu n anak sedara yang hampir sebaya. Memang meriah zaman tu. Yela, time budak2, kan. No worries at all.

Dan satu persamaan kedua2 rumah atok gua ni adalah: jamban memang dok luar rumah. Klu malam2 nk ke tandas, tu yang tak boleh tahan berdebo tu hahaa.

Tapi semua tu kini hanyalah kenangan. How I miss those days.

Layan..

Latest project

 

Tak siap lg

Nk buat signpost sebenonya

InshaAllah b4 skool holiday is d target

Since early this year been wanting to do this but had to put off a few times

Now that i have more time it should be ready soon

InshaAllah

~ nkc ~

being old

 growing old is natural

feeling old is optional

-nkc-

*thots that crossed my mind during my retirement n birthday

Once upon a story - 8 - berapa lama mau sampai da?

 masa gua mula2 ngajo di limau kasturi, hampir 35 tahun yg lalu, (pehhhh! dan-dan tu terasa tua nya, beb! haha!! walaupun kadang2 terasa macam baru semalam je peristiwa tu.. kn) agak mengharukan kalau nak travel dari rumah parents gua di PJ. 

standard routine masa mula ngajo kalau gua dh hbs cuti di pj dan nak balik Limau Kasturi adalah, pukul 630 pagi kaum gua Firdaus @ ma ang Daus akan amik gua kt rumah, pastu dia akan arrange gua naik MAS punya flight Subang ke KB. sesampai nya di pengkalan chepa airport, gua akan naik kete plate @ teksi ke KB pulak.

kt KB tu biasanya lepak dgn kaum kt Kedai Lama, Li paya bembe ada, MakSu Yah ada, Sara ada n ramai lagi kaum laa. kiranya meriah la. kadang2 gua malas je nk blk Limau, overnite kt KB smalaman. buat kuang ajo hahaa. biasanya bas pukul 11pagi dari KB ke Krai, gua naik. kadang2 naik teksi je ke Kuala Krai. sesampai di Krai, beli tiket keretapi pulak. lepak lunch n solat seme siap, naik la keretapi @ 3 ptg. kadang2 keretapi ni x ikut time pun. lambat . jenuh nunggu nya. ada je halnya. 

sementara nak nyampai ke Limau Kasturi tu, akan melalui Slow Poklong, Slow Temiang, Bukit Abu, Dabong, Kemubu, Kg Ingin Maju, Jerek, Bertam Lama n Bertam Baru, dan akhirnya dekat maghrib baru le sampai. kena hari, isya' baru sampai nya. Tua, gua ckp luuu! berapa lama mau sampai daaa..

tapi tu la dia antara kenangan yang x dapat dilupakan.

rindu: pada Bak n Mak

 Pagi tadi, setelah beberapa bulan, pergi ziarah Bak n Mak di tanah perkuburan Shah Alam. Sebenarnya dah lama terkenang n teringatkn mereka berdua, tapi tiada kesempatan kerana keracunan dunya tiada hentinya menghambat masa.

Maka pukul 945 pagi bersama missus n Iliya n Nia, kitorang drive dari Lekio ke Shah Alam. Pukul 1230 tgh barulah sampai. Mulanya ziarah kubur Mak, bersihkan n cabut rumput liar sambil menyembang cite2 terkini pada Mak, dan kemudiannya selang 50-60 meter ziarah kubur Bak pulak. Sama macam Mak, bercerita la pada Bak sambal membersihkan kubur dia. Akhir sekali sebelum cargas dari situ, kitorang mendoakan agar Allah menerangkan dan melapangkan kubur Bak n Mak, dan jadikanlah kubur mereka sebagai taman2 syurga. inshaAllah ameen.

Dan macam biasa kitorang lunch kt kodai nogori Sembilan di bt 3. Lepas tu terus balik rumah Pj. Al takde masa kitorang sampai. Pukul 3 jugak la baru dia balik. Lepak n nyembang dengan dia sampai 4++, dan memandangkan jauh lagi perjalanan pulang, kitorang pun cargas la. Sempat jugak jumpa Hakam, kaum gua dari zaman 70an lagi, walaupun hanya sekadar sebatang rokok je. Dah setahun lebih tak jumpa, padahal dulu2 tiap kali balik Pj je mesti lepak dengan dia. Tapi tu la, sejak Bak n Mak takde ni, kitorang pun jarang balik Pj dah. Tu yang lama tak jumpa.

Akhirnya setelah singgah amik nasi goreng kambing kat Jazeman otw blk tadi, sampailah kt rumah pukul 720. Lewat la sikit maghrib hari ni. Apapun Alhamdulillah.

terubat lah rindu, walaupun hanya untuk sekadar waktu.

alfatihah untuk Bak n Mak -

of football and running

 

I’ve always had the passion for football since I was a little boy, basically due to my brothers lah who have the same passion as well. Though I have never represented the state or country, but I think I was an excellent player then, ehem ehem.

I represented my school and played as the goalkeeper for the u15 and u18, though my preferred position was midfield. Guess there was too much competition back then and probably I didn’t have enough confidence during those years.

After leaving school, I played as a midfield in a few teams, controlling the tempo of the game, and dictating play by stringing passes. I do have the knack @ vision to see where I could make the passes ie through ball and changing side. Well, that’s how I see myself as a player lah.

But now as a teacher I do not get the opportunity to play as much as I like, except during practice session with the school football team, since I am the coach. I have been the coach since forever I think hahaa @ 23 years to be exact, and during those years, the team have been champion @ campeone six times, averaging once every four years.

As for running, I only realized I could run when I was in form five. Being among the rascals back then, we would always try to beat around the bush in almost all situations that were not to our liking. One day there was a cross country run at school, and together with some friends we decided we would fake injuries, so that we could stop along the way and not finish the run. But as it was, I found myself running at a steady pace and I came out at 10^th position. And because of that, it started my passion for running until today. My best run? Emm, in 1994, after practising for almost a month, I ran in the Terengganu Bridge Run @ half marathon. I targeted 30^th place because number one till thirty would get prize money, and since it was an international event where runners from all over the world took part, 30^th placing was a modest target. But alas, even though I ran my heart out, and my legs felt like jelly in the last 5km, I only managed 40^th placing, out of 1300 runners, in a time of 1 hour and 20+ minutes.

 

I still run, representing the education department at district, state and national level. My best achievement was coming out third in the national level 10km run held in Kedah in 2002, in a time of 45 minutes. And only a couple of weeks ago I took part in my final run for the district, which was held in Gopeng. It was a trail run, so the challenge was of a different level.

And this morning I ran with my school football players for 4km @ 21 minutes, and after a rest, played football with them for 35 minutes. It has been ages since I played football and I felt so good to be back playing. I managed to control the midfield and only had one misplaced pass. The game ended 1-1. But the thrill of playing again couldn’t be described in words.

Alhamdulillah is the best choice for now. And for ever, actually.

word play

 so tell me, how do you say these words?

bomb

tomb

comb

just a consonant change, and the sounds differ..

knn!

being happy @ BMW

 

nk

on another note..

Busy, busy, busy weekends.

For sixth consecutive weekends, I have been away from home.

On the 17^th Sept I went to Kg Pahit Dalam, a village off the road heading to Baling from Gerik, for a visit to my wife’s foster parents place with my wife, Lisa and Arief. Even though Ayah was no longer with us, we make it a yearly affair to drop by at least once a year, since Mak is still around. And like previous visits, the family never failed to entertain us. Abundance kampong dishes prepared for lunch, and later before we left for home, they gave us a basket full of durians and thousands of rambutan. So tell me, how can I forget this kind of love and generosity?

The following weekend, 24^th September, the four of us and + Nabil, went for a trip to Gua Musang to visit my foster families. We left at 7am and by half past ten, we were having our breakfast at Kedai Kak Zah at Bandar Lama Muse. Once done, we headed to Ku’s place. And just like at Kg Pahit, Ku has passed on about four years back, but Kak Pah and Yie were there. Spent around an hour, and Kak Pah stocked up durian siam @ batang mas for us to take home. We then headed to Limau Kasturi, where my ‘brother’ Mat Cok was waiting for us. Drove everyone to his place in the deeper part of the village, and after everyone had settled down, took a ride on the bike with Mat Cok to visit Nordin’s and Mok’s grave. I last met both of them last year, and Mok @ Mat Cok’s mum, passed away early this year due to old age. Nordin, Mat Cok’s brother, followed suit a couple of months after that. And the least I could do was pay them a visit at the graveyard. I could feel a sigh of relief after visiting them, and the burden felt less heavier and the sorrow less greater. Late afternoon, we headed to our hotel in Gua Musang but before that we stopped at Zakiah’s stall to meet up with her. Zakiah is Kak Pah’s daughter, btw. The next day headed home after having breakfast at kak Zah’s. Again. Hahaa

30^th September my school was having a camping session for eighty students and I volunteered to stay the nite at school. It was quite fun actually, especially so with all the barbequed chicken and everything else. I slept in my room that nite, where everyone thought would be unsafe since they suspected that there were genies staying in the room. I told them the genies were my makmum for solat la hahaa. And true to my word, nothing unwanted happened. Alhamdulillah. The next day 1^st Oct was Nia’s birthday and my wife and I together with Arief and Lisa headed to her hostel to celebrate the occasion. I brought food from Mcd as promised and we enjoyed the moment, though it was only for an hour.

Next weekend, Saturday 9^th Oct, at 7am, sent Arief to the bus station. He was heading back to Ums on the 5pm flight later that day. At 9am, I and my wife and Lisa left for Kuantan. Both Arief and Lisa would start their new semester the following Monday. The journey took almost six hours of driving without stopping, except for gas n the loo. We stayed at Timur Bay, which was quite nice. And the best thing was there were plenty of shops n cafes within walking distance. The next morning, after Lisa checked into her hostel, we left for home at around 11. Traffic was heavy, I must say, all the way from Kuantan to KL, and later from KL to Lekio. Probably everyone was sending their children back to varsities all over the country kot. Nevertheless we still managed to reach home at the projected hour, with stops for gas, lunch n solat. I found out later that a colleague of mine, who sent her daughter to Uia too, left Kuantan at 330pm the same day and only managed to reach home in Manjung almost twelve hours later. Pehhh! That’s bad. Very very bad. 

And last week, for the very last time, I represented Manjung district in the Trail Run in Gopeng. I took part in the veteran category, and came out 21/50. Tua, beb! Well, looking on the bright side, that’s not too bad considering the fact I was the oldest runner in that category, and veteran category starts from the age of 40, which is very unfair to me. Do I sound like a sore loser ? haha you bet. 

And this afternoon, the 7 a side football tournament at my school, which started yesterday after Friday prayer, ended on a positive note. Everything went as planned, no injuries to the players, God pushed away the dark clouds and prevented the rain during the games, and basically everyone was happy, though definitely some couldn’t accept their losses. Which is normal. On a personal note, I as the football club advisor and tournament organizer, couldn’t be happier that I managed to have this session for the football enthusiasts. 

 

And now, I guess I deserve some space. To stretch my limbs, to ease my mind, and to rejuvenate for coming days.

On another note, I have 40days to go. Officially. Sedehnya. Hahaa

Layan..

*Happy Birthday Lisa!!

 

 

kekal

 

Kadang kala

Kerna terlalu menyinta

Ia menjadi luka

 

Dan di dalam kebisuan

Terhunjam seribu perkataan

 

Saat sejenak

Yang pernah dulu dinikmati

Takkan pernah mati

Dalam sanubari

 

nkc @ lekio

end of a chapter

 seventy days to go to be exact. 

how time flies.

after almost 35 years, beb.

do i dread it? yes.

because i still love what I'm doing.

simply put, it runs in my blood.

but everything must come to an end.

thus?

layan je..

Batas Kenangan

 

Batas Kenangan

Melupakan?

Bukan.

 

Hanya aku

Membataskan segala

Kenangan

Agar tenang

Perasaan.

 

-nkc-

Friday in Lekir

Hitam Putih, dan Pelangi, n Puisi NKc

 kat atas tu adalah tajuk bagi autobiography n koleksi puisi gua.

yang gua berangan nak tulis @ garap @ hasilkan nanti inshaAllah.

idea dah ada, tinggal lagi nak duduk mengarang je nanti cerita ceriti, n memilih puisi2 yang sesuai untuk koleksi.

well, that's the idea la once i retire. one of my pastime. plan wise, hope it turns out to be a reality la. kiranya macam bucket list la ekkk

inshaAllah

it doesn't hurt to dream, and also it doesn't cost a dime to dream. as long as we are alive, dream on. what say you?

layan..

artwork gua kt skola - siap sabtu lalu- layan..

Once upon a story - 7 ~ Sap Pat Chai

zaman sekolah dulu kawan2 gua macam2 level, n zaman tu gua rasa gua gangster la jugak. Akai budak, kann

kalau nk cite buas gua zaman sekolah, peh! nanti lu orang x caya. Jadi biarlah gua simpan dulu sebagai kenang2an. Kalau ada rezeki nanti gua cite ekk

kali ni nk bgtau tentang geng cina zaman sekolah yang kamcing dengan gua, Sap Pat Chai @ geng 18. Geng Sap Pat Chai zaman tu tahun awal ‘80an memang ganas la, kongsi gelap la katakan. Masa gua kawan dengan diorang tu, taiko2 dia adalah Raymond, Hock Guan, Andrew, Choong Seng n Albert. Kebetulan Raymond sebaya dengan gua, dan kitorang berkawan sejak darjah satu lagi. Anak buah dia @ macai memang ramai giler dan hati kering, gua cakap lu. Ada beberapa kali gua tengok diorang gang fight depan gua. Memang gaduh tak ingat dunia punya. pakai rantai, parang, kayu, helmet n macam2 la. tinggal tak berpistol-pistolan jee.

Musuh ketat diorang adalah Loong Foo Chai @ Geng Naga. Memang tak boleh jumpa punya la, sebab kalau jumpa atau lalu “kawasan” masing2, kira nak bergaduh saja. Sebab semua ada “kawasan” yang mereka lindungi. Dan melalui tu la jugak diorang dapat wang perlindungan daripada kedai, orang, restoran dll yang mereka lindungi.

Bayangkan budak2 sekolah je diorang ni tapi tiap2 bulan collect duit perlindungan ribu2, beb. Ni cite tahun ‘80an, okey.

Nak join geng diorang boleh, tapi ada kaedahnya. Kalau nak jadi macai, mesti bayar rm44 (sei! sei! @ mati, mati!) n akan melalui satu upacara di mana ahli baru akan merelakan diri mereka dibelasah di empat penjuru padang bola waktu malam oleh ahli2 senior. Time kena pukul tu tak leh balas, terima je. Kalau lulus tu, baru la boleh jadi geng. sabo je laa

Jenuh nak boleh jadi gangster ekkk. To be continued..

Once upon a story -

Oui

 

fakir

 kata-kata

terlalu miskin

untuk mengungkap

rasa

nkc

pelam n kuini

 collection ptg tadi. layan..

 

Once upon a story - 6 - cite Raya Haji

 Raya Haji dh tak banyak lama lagi.

Bila dikenangkan, raya haji yang paling tak leh dilupai adalah semasa mula ngajo dulu di Limau Kasturi. Puluh2 tahun yang lalu. Peh! Lama tu bunyinya, knnn

Memang Kelantan terkenal dengan raya haji nya, makna kata raya haji lebih bersungguh diraikan dan lebih meriah la gamaknya. Tapi gua tak pernah raya puasa kat sana so cannot really compare la, kn.

Masa tu tahun pertama@kedua gua kt limau kasturi. Pagi raya tu lepas siap solat, seme bersiap le tuko pakaian dan bawak golok parang pisau dsbgnya untk ops sembelih lembu. Gua pun pergi la kt padang bole sebab kt sana diorg tambat lembu untuk disembelih. Lepas sekor, sekor lain pulak disembelih. Tiba giliran seekor lembu ni, masa diorg nk tumbangkan, tiba2 dia meronta dan terlepas, dan habis dia mengamuk dan kejar org kampong seme. Berterabur lari gua cakap lu. Memang betul tak cukup tanah la sebab ada yang panjat pokok untuk selamatkan diri. Adusss

Tapi pastu lembu tu juga selamat disembelih akhirnya. bila diingat balik memang lawak je rasanya. tapi time tu memang berdebo la jugak.

Memang takleh dilupakan. Layan..

mimpi mimpi

Untuk kesekian kali

Aku bertanya lagi

Apakah kau sudi

Menjadikan diri ini

Teman yang sejati

 

Namun ku sedari

Ini hanya mimpi

Di sore hari

Kerna pasti

Aku ini

Tak layak di sisi

 

Dan semalam

Aku bermimpi

Dalam kelam

Kau pergi

Tak kembali

 

Pergi!

Pergi!

Jauh dari sisi

Tinggalkan diri

Yang merindui

 

Biar aku meratapi

Kasih dihujung hari

Sekadar mimpi

Yang tak bisa dikecapi

 

Walau hati

Tetap mengingati

Abadi

 

Surabaya 31 Mei ‘23

Meninggal

 Ni saje la nk share

Smgu dua ni lima org mmbr sy meninggal 

Ahad lepas sy pegi ziarah dua org kaum kt hospital

Sorg meninggal rabu n lg sorg td meninggal

Mgu lepas sorg mmbr cikgu smdra pun meninggal jgk

Sebelum tu brader angkat sy kt kelantan meninggal

Mlm elok je meriah, tgh mlm pening, pagi x sedar n htr hospital, tghari dh xde

Dan mgu sebelum tu anak sedara kt johor pun meninggal

Maksudnya apa?

Sy pun dh x lama la gamaknya 

Knnnnn

Asmaraluka

 

Asmaraluka

Aku masih mencari kamu

Dalam keramaian orang

Di padang hilalang

Pada awan biru

 

Kekadang

Aku tertanya

Di mana kamu berada

Bertahun nama mu hilang

 

Walau tiada lagi kita

Pisah dalam terpaksa

Rindu kadang bertalu

Ku pendam beku

 

Dan kini

Aku sendiri

Tetap kasih lagi

Walau tiada memiliki

 

nkc@lekio

Lyle, Lyle crocodile

It was lovely while it lasted

It was never meant to stay

But we let ourselves get carried away

 

Guess I let myself get carried away

 

 

-Looking back at those yesteryears-

nkc

Raya hari ni

Hari ni raya, beb!!

Pagi ni bangun macam biasa bulan puasa, kiranya cuba istiqamah lee, kn.. 5++ dh cargas, settle solat n breakfast n mandi, cargas subuh kt masjid. Boleh bertakbir sama2, knn. Ramai kaum tuuuu. Dekat 3 saf steng. Satu saf 50+- sendiri kira la, knn.

Settle tu je, usual routine nyapu laman sesi pagi, siap baju raya, tema all black this year, terus cargas solat raya dengan Abil n Arief. Penuh masjid, beb .

Balik layan sesi bergambo pulak. Macam2 pose ada, layannnn.. Tenguk gambo cantek2 pulak kali ni.. bukan la nk ngata dulu x canteek, knn. Selesai bergambo, breakfast raya ramai2 seronok je sebab everyone is home, kn. Kklong pun rezeki dia cuti weekends. Alhamdulillah.

NKc n family

anak dara papa

layan Abil main selagu

my heroes

X lama tu Ona Fakir n Aish datang. Nyembang punya nyembang, diorg pun nak cargas ke rumah pakteh yg sepelaung je dari rumah gua ni. Missus gua pun konon nk join la, tiba2 Ib n Nyah n anak2 sampai, Halil n fmly pun sekali, n pastu Zuhril n istri pulak sampai. Deme ni pangkat anak buah sebelah Missus. Layankn diorang, tengah meriah Azhar n Nomi n anak2 pulak join, Ina n Amir n lima anak dara dia tiba jugak, kiranya meriah la kt rumah sebab berpusu-pusu kaum kerabat datang. Alhamdulillah. Last sekali yg datang Kak Bedah, akak ipar gua yang sulung dgn anak menantu. Mula2 tu gua suspect mesti 40-50 orang datang hari ni. tapi bila gua kenang-kenangkn, dalam 30++ je. idak la ramai bebeno ekkk

Settle diorang balik, gua pun naik mandi, tukar t-shirt n trek, lunch sambil tenguk movie kt Netflix dengan family,cite Yaksha, Korean thriller. Sebenonya cite ni tenguk mlm tadi tapi dh larut, sambung hari ni le.

Habis movie, gua pun scroll gambo2 kt phone, sambil tu jawab messages kaum nganto. Mata aduss pedihhh sekali. Terus lena. Hahaa. Sejam jugak laa.

Bangun pukul lima, settle solat, terus cargas nyapu laman sesi petang pulak. Tenguk gaya langit nak hujan. Memang dah lama tak hujan pun sebenonya n masa tu jam 5.45. Gua pun cakap kt Tuhan, bg hujan pkl 6.15 okeyy tak?  Bagi habis nyapu dulu. Settle nyapu, membako daun pelepah kering, ngam2 pukul 6.14 hujan pun turun. Pehhhh! Terbaekkk! Dia bagi cash, gua cakap lu. Alhamdulillah. Pastu, rezeki apa lagi yang tak putus2 yang lu nak nafikan dari Allah ? Hujan lebat, renyai, n terus berhenti. Sempat la 15m kot. Syukur la, coz something is better than nothing, kann

Masa hujan tu gua siap jalan tengah2 hujan, tangan dibuka dan dada dikuakkan, sambal muka ngadap ke langit. Pehh, macam cite Shawshank Redemption gua cakap lu!

Pastu, pekena nescafe secawan, masuk mandi n berjemaah dengan family.

Sampai sini saje gua coretkan cite raya utk share dengan lu orang.

Moral of the story: blissful feelings with the unexpected visits from family n relatives. Alhamdulillah. Deme khabo kalau orang suka datang rumah kita tu maknanya murah rezeki. Deme khabo..

 

Layan..

p.s.: sori la gambo kitorang je anak beranak. gambo kaum xdan nk upload.

Once upon a story - 5 - balik raya

 

Tahun kedua gua ngajo kt Limau Kasturi, 1990, hari raya pun bakal menjelang. Hari last skola tu, gua pun naik keretapi pkl 10++ pagi dari Limau Kasturi menghala ke Kuala Lipis. Keretapi tu diorang panggil kereto ike sebab bawak lauk pauk: sayur ikan ayam dan macam2 makanan lain. Sementara nk nyampai kt Lipis tu lebih kurang dekat tiga jam jgk laa. Bila kt Lipis terus gua cargas pegi bus station. Tenguk2 tiket bas balik KL dh habis, beb.. pehh!

Yang ada tiket ke Raub je. Terus gua pun sambar tiket tu dan sesampai di Raub terus beli tiket ke KL. Bas ekspress Raub ke KL ni pun boleh tahan jugak la laju nya. Zaman tu bas tu berhenti kt stesen bas pekeliling. Lu orang tau tak kt mana? Entah ada lg ke tidak stesen bas ni. Bila sampai Pekeliling je gua tenguk jam dh pukul enam, nak masuk time buka dh ni. Gua pun apalagi sepantas kilat cepat2 jalan sampai kt Chow Kit dan tunggu bas mini.

Dalam perjalanan ke area rumah parents gua kt SS3, masa tu bas mini tu baru nak lalu Trebor @ Jalan 222, azan pun berkumandang menandakan masuknya waktu berbuka puasa bagi kawasan sekitarnya. Adusss, gua pun silap la tadi tak dan nak beli air dulu. Ingatkan sempat le sampai sebelum buka. Mujur la pada gua ada ceklat @ gula2 hudson. Gua pun kulum ceklat tu sambil doa berbuka, n pastu hisap dunhill sebatang sebagai kenang2an sementara nak nyampai rumah.

Sabo je laaa..

Jom balikkk

 

Once upon a story - 4 - Are you temperamental?

 

 Masa tu gua baru masuk maktab, MPIK, maktab perguruan ilmu khas. Kat Jalan Tenteram, Cheras. Tahun ’86.

Memang gua pun berasa gua ada ilmu khas, itu sebab boleh masuk maktab ni. Apakah ilmu khas gua? Gua amik spm tiga kali,beb, tu lah gua punya ilmu khas hahaa

Gua sebenonya xnak masuk maktab jadi cikgu asalnya, kerana gua tengok cikgu ni seme macam belia je dressing, nerd semacam jee, tapi dh mak gua paksa jgk, jadi gua layankan jugak la (dan sebenonya memang betul firasat n doa seorang ibu itu, kerna hari ni gua dah jadi cikgu lebih 34 tahun, beb! Dan gua rasa sangat bersyukur atas kurniaan n rezeki ini. Alhamdulillah terimakasih Mak!)

Minggu2 pertama kuliah kt maktab tu dua jumaat pertama gua mesti ponteng, terus balik rumah kt PJ. Masuk minggu ketiga satu pagi tu gua terserempak dengan pensyarah Bahasa Inggeris gua, *Mrs Quah. Terus dia tanya gua, “NK Chai, why didn’t you attend my class on Friday? Are you temperamental?”

Terkedu gua, beb, x tau nak jawab apa. Bukan sebab tak tau nak jawab apa2, tapi tak faham maksud temperamental masa tu. Gua ingat sebab gua budak PJ mesti English gua hebat (dan memang boleh tahan hebat pun ehem ehem hahaaa) tapi bila Mrs Quah tanya macam tu, terus tewas gua , adusss.

Pastu dia pun explain la maksud perkataan tu, dan sejak hari tu gua takde dah ponteng kelas, hanya jarang2 sekali je ahaks.

 

*thanksss Mrs Quah!

Jemputan

 Cemburu

Aku melihat mayat itu

Terbujur kaku Keras beku

Wajah seakan Tersenyum

Puas

Kerna dapat jemputan

 

Aku?

Entah bila Akan sampai

Jemputan

 

Kain kapan Papan keranda

Sudah ditempah

Liang sudah digali

Cuma tunggu hari

Kerna badan sudah

berbau tanah

 

janji pasti

tiba nanti

 

nkc  april ini '23