Car Seat Aiman

Dah beberapa bulan aku ngan Che Man rancang nak belikan si Aiman car seat yang baru. Yang ada tu dah kecik untuk dia. Sian pulak tengok dia terkepit dalam car seat dia. Tapi good car seat expensive oooo. Check purse tengok… ok….. tangguh lagi.

So bila Pn. Coklat nak jual car seat si comel Afif, aku e-mail blog entry kat Che Man. Dapat green light terus contact Coklat.

Logistik was a bit problem at first. Timing tak berapa kena. Aku suh Che Man je jumpa dia orang, tapi laki aku ni penyegan (iyooo lah!). Last-last Cok & Yeop drove to Shah Alam tunggu depan opis aku. Alahai… kena pulak datang dari jauh. Tapi takpe kan Cok, at least leh le jejalan kat Shah Alam hujung minggu sambil buat customer service… lalalalala

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Hantar message guna telepati power malam tu.

Maka baju sama keler!

Dah jumpa blogger tersohor cam Cok, kena la ambik gambar kan? Genit je rupanya si Cok ni. Afif pun ada, tapi budak bertuah ni pemalu. Yeop pun ada. Cok… laki kau tak photogenik…. Dia lebih enchem in real life la… * lariksssssssss*
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Ok.. ok..datang balik…. Sebab citer belum habis lagi.

I love the car seat. Aiman pun excited. Warna nya sangat sesuai dengan kusyen aku yang kelabu tahi anjing and exterior keta aku yang merah.

Ipar aku tanya : “Elok sangat lagi conditionnya. Naper tak disimpan untuk anak-anak yang akan datang ?”. Tu kakak ipar aku tanya okey….. bukan aku. Sumpah.

Balik kampung Che Man kuarkan sebab nak adjust. Adik aku tetiba cakap “Kusi baru ke?”Aku jawab la second hand. Baru beli tadi. Pastu dia cakap “Macam car seat yang Pn. Coklat nak jual tu !" ------> Adik aku pun baca blog kau rupanya.

Kannnn….. aku dah cakappppppp. Kau memang blogger tersohor Coklat. Betuah Yeop - tetiba!

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"Amacam Afif? Nyesal ke jual?"

Moga ada Hikmah

It started with a problem that leads to many other problems.

There was supposed to be a discussion to sort those problems – if not to solve them.
But some people refused to discuss – they are beyond that stage.
The failed discussion leads to arguments – ugly ones.
Arguments built tension – became more intense as hours passed.
Tension created eruption – rarely seen.

There were people scolding, shouting, pushing and punching.
There were knifes.
There were policemen.
There were people crying.
There were neighbours looking.

At the end
A father disowned his only son.
A mother’s heart broke into million pieces.
A daughter hoping for ‘hikmah’.

It was a terrible weekend.

How was yours?

Padan Muko Den

Den kono UTI.

Padan muko den. Sari sobolum tu den poso. Takdo la minum na air do. Peh tu malam minum 2 cawan kupi, 1 cawan air putih (nak minum ubek nyor pasal). Sahur pagi sok tu 2 cawan teh-O.

Next day poie kojo kono pakai baju customer service jonih kono masuk dalam suar. Maleh la nak poie koncing. Leceh. Poie sekali jo la. Peh tu tahan sampai malam kul 9.30mlm.

Padan muko den.

Yo la. Boto dah tu apo korang cakap kat FB. Den pun minum barli and jus cranberry. Sok eh kurang sakit, tapi totap ado slight discomfort.

Den poie jumpo doctor.

Antibiotik, takpo. Ubek laweh koncing pun den tolan yo (uuuu mang aiiii! Ghaso eh bapak la tak sodap). Tapi yang payah na ni, bilo tuan doctor cakap:

“You know the 1.5-liter-bottled water? You have to drink 4 bottles, for few days…”

*mataku terbuntang*

Kekawan yang budiman. Sekarang sudah pukul 1.00 potang. Air mineral 500 ml tu sotongah pun lum habeh.

Habeh camno?


* Tak dapek la den poso 3 hari ni.

No. 77, Jalan Mak Yong

Last weekend went to visit the still-in-progress house.

When we reached the gate, I saw No. 65 at the gate.

I quickly told Che Man it’s a wrong house. Ours should be no. 77. Che Man cakap 77 tu nombor lot, bukan nombor rumah. Dah betul lah rumah tu.. bla….bla….bla…bla. Aku setuju je la. Tak baik lawan cakap laki.

Aku sebenarnya sikit kecewa la kan. Aku suka benar dengan nombor tujuh. Apa lagi kalau di-double-kan. Takde rezeki nampaknya.

We spent quite sometimes there with 2 apeks from renovation company who happened to be around the area when we just arrived. Let’s call them renovation-apeks from now on. We entered the house through unlock kitchen door. The house is actually 99% completed. Alhamdulillah. According to the renovation-apeks, during their last check with developer, we all boleh dapat kunci in August instead of December this year. Wahhh.. excited kita orang. Terus confirm buat grill dengan renovation-apeks tu. Tanya costing if we want to do this & that. Simply la. Bukan nak buat sangat pun, sajer buang masa renovation-apeks tu.

Aku ambil kesempatan snap-snap gambar bagai.

Pas tu I saw 2 cars comings. Oh, jiran sebelah rupanya. Since their house is locked, they asked permission to enter ours. Terjadilah sesi berkenalan dengan jiran. Kunci lum dapat, tapi dah kenal jiran – a young Malay couple with a baby. They all pun confirm nak buat grill dengan renovation-apeks tu. Tengah dok pusing-pusing dalam rumah, ada satu mamat (mungkin mamat Mynmar) datang. Marah nampaknya pasal kita masuk dalam rumah. We all explained that the door was unlock. Ignored him for while then chow. Bengang giler mamat tu.

After few days, I still kept thinking about no. 77. So I took out my file and looked for the area plan and offer letter.

Jeng !

Jeng!

Jeng!

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There IS No. 77. The same row with No. 65. Only in a different block. There was this one road that had caused the whole confusion. Bagus. Salah kan jalan tu. Tak baik salah kan diri sendiri. We also realized, there is no such thing as ‘No.77-is-a-lot-number’ coz the lot number is five-digit number.

Dah siap masuk rumah, complained sana sini, ambik gambar bagai nak rak, plan dengan renovation-apeks, berkenalan dengan jiran, kena marah dengan budak Mynamar – rerupanya kita orang salah rumah!

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Jiran-tak-jadi

Selasa Aku Yang Semalam

Hari Selasa, tepat kul 10.30 malam aku mesti dah siap-siap semua kerja rumah. Sebab utama, aku kena duduk depan TV, tengok Desperate Housewives, sambil lipat kain.

Jadi, malam tadi takde pengecualian.

Tapi Aiman pulak buat hal. Bising-bising dia suh tukar channel. Sib baik sempat aku sorok-kan remote TV. Aku pujuk-pujuk dia untuk lupakan hasrat tu, sambil ajar dia lipat kain. Sebab aku acuh tak acuh je ajar dia (sibuk tengok TV lebihnya), dia pun start sarungkan baju-baju ke badan dia, betul-betul depan aku, menghalang TV.

"Tepi la Aiman…! Ibu nak tengok TV ni!” Aku tolak-tolak dia ketepi.

Sudahnya dia sungkupkan kepala aku dengan kain. Arghhhh ! Bertuah punya budak! Che Man pulak tolong gelak jer.

Pastu dia buat hal lagi. “Nak cucuuuuuu. Nak cucuuuu……”.
Aku minta tolong Che Man “Bang, tolong buat susu”.

Che Man bangun gi dapur. Aiman kejar dan tarik tangan dia.
“Naknak! Nanak ayah! Nak Ibu…… wat cucu…”

Che Man datang balik. Tak jadi buat susu. Aiman tarik tarik tangan aku. Tak dulik dia aku cakap “Jap jap aaaaa. Tunggu iklan”. Aiman terjerit-jerit. Aku buat tak tau jer.

Tiba-tiba dia berlari kedapur dan datang balik sambil bawak botol susu kosong. Dia letak botol atas lantai dekat aku. “Ni….ni… cucu… cucu….” Pastu lari ke dapur balik. Kali ni datang sambil peluk tin susu pulak. “Cucu…. Cucu la….” Letak dekat aku juga. Lari ke dapur lagi. Kali ni datang balik dengan tin biskut Jacob’s. Letak sesama ngan botol susu dan tin susu. Sambil tu mulut membebel-bebel. "Nak cucuuuu….. nak cucu….. nak cucu laaa..... ni la… ni la.. cucu la…".

Kali ni Che Man punya turn mengamuk dengan aku. Terus capai botol & susu, pi dapur nak buat susu.

Desperate housewives belum iklan lagi.

Tapi gegak-gempita kat dapur menyakit telinga. Kat dapur, Aiman dah bergayut kat kaki Che Man - tak bagi dia buat susu. Aku pun ambil alih.

Dah sumbat susu, aman sekejap.

Desperate Housewives belum habis lagi.

Che Man gi mandi. Aiman mana tah. Aku masih melopong tengok TV. Tiba-tiba aku dengar benda jatuh. Aiman terlolong. Panik. Aku lari cari dia. Kat dapur takde, masuk stor takde. Rerupanya kat dalam bilik. Table fan, dia dan bangku tempat letak table fan semuanya tergolek. Melolong-lolong si Aiman (mamat ni drama memang kuat!)

Aku angkat dia letak atas katil. Checked kepala, kaki, tangan, badan. Nasib baik semuanya ok. “Apa jadi? Aiman buat apa tadi?”

Dia bangun pergi kat table fan dan angkat fan tu sambil cakap “Camni la… camni la….. ".- dia buat demo incident tadi. Ohhh.. paham. Aku pernah nampak dia angkat table fan dari atas bangku, letak kat lantai, pastu heret bangku tadi letak kat depan dressing table and panjat. Objektif dia untuk ‘mengemas’ dressing table aku.

Tetiba aku rasa macam geli hati pulak.

Turn aku pulak tergolek atas katil gelak sorang-sorang. Teringat dia protes channel TV tadi, Macam mana dia menyarung baju tak tentu hala depan aku untuk alih perhatian aku daripada TV, pasal kesanggupan dia menyungkup kepala aku dengan kain bila aku tolak dia ketepi supaya aku boleh tengok TV, pastu sungguh-sungguh sediakan bahan buat susu dia depan aku dan gaya dia tergolek, terkial-kial cuba bangun kat dalam bilik tadi.

Adoi la…. Dah lama tak gelak camtu.

Selain daripada Desperate Housewives, Selasa aku yang semalam memang menghiburkan.

Korang?

Terpaksa Rela

Aku cukup menyampah naik kereta lama-lama. Nak nya bila dah ada anak ni. Mana nak angkut barang-barang dia lagi, kencing berak dia dalam perjalanan dan perangai dia dalam keta lagi. Tak bawak kang, tak sampai hati pulak. Nanti aku jugak yang dok terkenang-kenang dan rindu-rinduan dengan si kecik tu. Tu la sebab aku selalu avoid unnecessary journey. Leceh. dasar pemalas .

Tapi hujung minggu yang lepas terpaksa dikecualikan pasal menghantar sepupu yang bernikah di Penang. Alhamdullillah, lepas satu hal.

Walaupun tak drive sekilometer pun, penatnya, mak aiiiii!

Esoknya lepas beberapa jam sampai rumah, mak tersayang announced :

“Abang kau kahwin nanti, dah ado tarikh 'eh.

Mak ingat nak buek 1 bulan 8 taun ni.

Oghang sano nak tak nak tunggu lelamo.

Kono la kau rezeb cuti nanti......."

(Reserve cuti? Takde hal....)

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(after that she added....)

"Kito poie KELANTAN!”

*pengsan*

Buah Hati Pengarang Jantung

"Tak lama lagi saya berumur 2 tahun 3 bulan.

So please excuse my one-size smaller t-shirt tu..."

(apa kena mengena?)

Beberapa bulan dulu, Aiman sibuk mengejek cakap-cakap orang,

tapi sekarang dia dah pandai berlagak bila bercakap.

Scene 1:
I went to visit a friend.

My friend’s mother introduced herself to Aiman “Ini Tok”.

Aiman looked at her with confuse face and replied “Nenek la…..”

then pointed his finger at my friend’s father. “Tu Atuk…”.

Scene 2:
Aiman was eating in his nenek’s kitchen when he spotted

his 5-year-old cousin sister climbing the staircase backward.

He said “Adikkk……. tatuh (jatuh), adikkkk…..nanti tatuh laaaa....”.

His atuk suddenly appeared in the kitchen and said to him

“Wah pandai pulak nasihat kan orang ye?”.

Aiman replied “Hi Tuk…. Makan atuk?”.

Sambil suap nasi dengan selamba. Dah cam gaya orang bujang je.

Scene 3:
I had severe headache and rested on my bed.

I called for Aiman to teman. “Aiman sayang. Ibu sakit ni. Meh urut”.
He came and asked “Ibu takit maner?”
I touched my forehead.
He rubbed my forehead, kissed it and said “Dah?”.
On his way back to the hall, I heard him reported to Che Man,

"Ayah…. Ibu takit ayah…..”

Again I called him (bosan pulak baring sorang-sorang).
He didn’t answer.

So Che Man said to him “Aiman… ibu panggil!”.

But Aiman buat dunno jer.

Ada la empat lima kali Che Man ulang ayat tu.
From my room, I can see Aiman finally came to Che Man sambil cekak pinggang,

looked irritated and mengomel :

“Hey Ayah ni….. ibu pangil, ibu pangil!”.

*He came to me and rubbed my forehead anyway*

Lega sikit rasanya.

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During his 2nd birthday party - March 2009

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2nd day with Chicken Pox - March 2009