Untungnye keje kerajaan. Pukul 9 belum masuk keje lagi. Pukul 10 pegi minum sampai pukul 11. Tp pukul 11 takpe klu takde kt meja lagi. Bos takde nk marah. Pukul 12 makan tengahari pulak sampai pukul 2. Lepas tu leh amek anak kt sekolah.
Takpe. Bos takde nk marah.
Pukul 4 tu consider nk balik rumah dah. So, semua urusan call2, fax2, email2, surat-menyurat dh tak dilayan.
Takpe. Bos takde nk marah.
Aku jugak la yg cam org bodoh nk follow up dgn org yg macam tak penah ade dlm ofis…
Pada suatu hari…hehehe.. (starting je dh leh agak post ni post berlagak)
Pada suatu hari kan, ada supplier ni dtg ofis. Then dia pegi kt depan meja saya utk ambik something. Then dia tya “Eh, you melayu ke cina?”. I was puzzled by that question and a little bit uncomfortable. Ye la, mana tau dia nk tegur sy nape tak g surau. Dh masuk waktu ni. (Hei, sy penah kene tegur macam tu dulu, oke?). And I said I’m malay.
“Waa…yakah? Rupa macam cina lo. Itu yg sy pelik tu, kenapa you pakai tudung. Rupa macam cina”
And I was like….wowowowo! Aku rupa cinaaaa??? Adakah itu maknanya aku cuuuuunnn??? hihihi…
…atau adakah itu kutukan senyap? nk kata mata aku sepet? badan aku kurus keding? dada aku flaaaatttt???? (gila down kn diri sendiri)
Tapi tak kisahla. Sekarang dh DUA org ckp rupa saya cam cina. (2 org pun nk kecoh. wahaha). Tp bygkn ini…
…Aku rupa cina, hubby rupa mamak sikit. Anak kami sure rupa cam anak mix!!!! Waaaah! Cuteness!!!
Dear friend number 1;
Please stop whining. It’s not sexy.
And one more thing; you are not the only one on earth who is in love. And you fell in love with so many person that I begin to doubt the sincerity of your feelings towards your current girlfriend (and I began to wonder if your stories are genuine or not).
And dear wife-to-my-boyfriend’s-friend;
This is my social mantra; if people like me, great. If not, too bad. If I don’t like YOU, then that’s your problem. Don’t take it too hard, sometimes I just don’t click with some people. I trust my inner voice when it’s screaming to tell me to avoid you. I have the feeling you are not trustworthy, so, that’s it. That’s the explanation why I was not so hot into conversation last nite. Sorry…
Dear…err…yet ANOTHER friend;
Stop it, will you? That’s not funny.
And lastly; whyyyyy? Whyyyyy? Can you please leave me aloooooone???? Aaaarrrrgghh…
Terbaca dlm akhbar kata one elderly lady was ‘grateful’ because she was robbed by a ‘kind-hearted’ burglar. Betul! Bukan cerita tipu ni.
Ceritanya, rumah dia masuk pencuri. Org tua ni plk, terkejut la kan bila nmpk pencuri, so kene heart attack. Yg pencuri ni plk, maybe hit by conscience or something, decide to help her. So dia urut2 org tua ni, bg mkn ubat, sediakan air kosong, make sure her condition is stable before he fled with the loot. Siap tlg kunci pintu lagi before dia kuar.
I smiled after i read that. Life can’t be more ironic than that.
….or not.
Talking about irony, I found out that I was miserable to know him happy. The thing is, I AM happy too. So why shouldn’t I be happy to hear that too? Maybe deep down, I hope he is as miserable as ever because he once meddle with my heart life before. Anyway, he is still a friend. Whenever I heard about him, I’ll smile. And I’ll try to make it a sincere one too…
I made a few discoveries today:
Now tell me, hari ni raya ke berapa…?
Klu dh lebih dr seminggu tu, tak pyhla main lagu raya kt radio lagi. Bosan.
….Raya nk sebulan, puasa, tarawih tau plk skip. Ceh.
Klu nk ikutkan, I think this year’s raya is the most satisfying raya since I no longer have kampung. Yelah, since grandma ddk S’ban, nk blk kmpung dh tak feel dh. Rumah kampung yg once pnh org kata antara yg lawa kt kampung tu pun dh suram. It’s different rumah bertunggu dgn rumah tinggal.
This year it’s different coz I already earn money of my own, so boleh shopping beli bj sndiri and utk adik2. Dh start bg duit raya pun! Mmg rasa adult btl la! Rasa puas hati sbb akhirnya impian nk tgk adik2 pki baju mahal sikit (mahal la dr ape yg derg pnh pki) tercapai. Yela, org tak berapa nk kaya cam kami ni, live on a shoe string budget. So, beli baju raya sekadar yg mampu je. Sebbaik masing2 pandai bersyukur, so tak merungut. (Klu merungut pun nenek dh tangan kn mereka dulu. hahaha)
Thennnn…what else a…
Oh ye, this year, my mom no longer allow me to wait in the house and lyn tetamu. She wants me to go out, pegi beraya rmh sedara mara and tunjuk muka pd derg. So that “they know which one who will get married soon”, said mom… I was like… okaaay. One side I am happy sbb tak pyh lyn org dtg. (tak sukela nk buat air, nk lyn borak, pura2 ramah sumer niiiii). And on the side, I was like… ni apehal ni, sesi mari berkenalan dgn bkl pengantin?
tak sukeeeee….
…but necessary.
Karang derg gk yg kene tolong aku masak nnt. Wahahaha…
Oh, seperti biasa, klu dh bermacam-macam org yg dtg rumah, sure kita akan terjumpa dgn bermacam-mecam perangai org yg kita nk ngaku sedara pun malu. I hv this habit to not disclose where I was studying and what is my job. Sbb taknak riak. Rasanye aku ngikut perangai mak aku because never once I heard her bragging about her kids to makcik2 kampung. Instead, org kampung yg bercerita (puji la is more like it…hahaha) psl kami. hahaha
And nk dijadikan cerita, ada sedara dr Johor yg berkonvoi dtg ke rumah kami. Bawak 2 kereta…Kereta mhl plk tu (kene mention info ni. haha). I never adore them precisely because of their particular perangai yg tak ‘masuk’ dgn kepala aku. Maaf ckp, save for several wonderful friends whom i know in UTP, I think org Johor kebanykan suka meninggi diri. Ckp macam dia sorg saje yg hbt, anak dia aje yg pandai, kereta dia aje yg besar, duit dia aje yg byk. Aku just senyum and dengar je whatever they want to say.
Sbb, alah…klu setakat nk belagak dgn aku psl ko bermenantu doktor, tak pyhla. Yang doktor nye tu menantu, bkn anak you. (Tapi itu ckp2 keji dlm hati je). Honestly, aku tak kisah diorg nk berlagak tp mmg hari tu darah aku menyirap bila derg cuba nk perlekehkn mak abah aku.
I know kami miskin, kereta buruk naik adik beradik 9 org dh macam aksi sarkas masuk tv, tp kami tak kacau org. Bkn mak abah aku mntk duit derg beli kereta tu. “Eh, muat ye 11 org naik kereta tu?” katanya dgn gelak setan tp mata pandang abah aku penuh sinis. Tapi aku tak ckp apa2 psl klu aku ckp masa tgh marah, nnt aku ckp ikut perasaan marah, which at last will make me sound like idiot. So istighfar je dlm hati.
My revenge came when they asked the inevitable question to me: “ni along ni belajar kt mana?”
“Dulu belajar kt Universiti Teknologi Petronas, tp sekarang dh keje”. My makngah - who clearly naik menyampah dgn derg - answered. (I know because she said the university name in full. Sebenci mana kita kt UTP, igtla, satu hari nnt, mebi kita leh gunakan nama UTP utk ajar sedara kita yg belagak. hahaha). They were quite for a while. “Oh, bagus universiti tu,” said one of them, who clearly, under the impression of Petronas as the big company in Malaysia, surely also provide the best university in Malaysia. (Damn right u are!)
“Sekarang keje mana?” they asked again. “Keje kt Klang.” I answered ambiguosly. I know they expect me to work with Petronas tu. “Klang syarikat mana?” asked another. I considered nk sbt keje kt Port, but think against it (sbb tak tau detail. Nnt nk tipu tak convincing. hahaha). “Keje kilang je” kata aku. Hey, at least aku tak tipu, ok?
Seriously I tell you, mata derg bersinar2 dgr bende ni. Oh-that-means-I’m-superior-than-you attitude mula kuar tanduk. “Keje department mana? Store ke?” and then gelak cam setan sambil jeling kt both my makngah and me.
Fuck.
“Saya engineer.”
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Senyap.
Puas hati aku.
Zila Komando dh tunang raya ke-tiga hari tu…
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Kenapa ko yg tunang dulu??????? (nk tunang gaaaaak!!!! aaaaarrrggghhh!)
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