Pengorbanan

Jangan sembang pengorbanan dengan aku.

Because between me and you, I have walk in a pair of shoes of pengorbanan my whole life.

I cant deny rezeki Allah ada di mana-mana

But try to pounder this;

You travel 200km from home with RM100 in your pocket

You'll survive with a job that pays you monthly.

It does pay you in a great number, e.g RM5000

But in order to embrace that amount of money, you have to live with RM100 for the first month.

Here are the options of pengorbanan that you could do:

1. You could ask an advance from your provider, i.e your parents for your expenses on that month

2. You do a part-time job that pays you daily to ensure you could fill your stomach everyday.

The pengorbanan that you told me earlier is option number 1. Pengorbanan which is made by your parents.

Whereas, my definition of pengorbanan is option number 2. Me, myself and I alone have to bear the hardship. That is the real pengorbanan that we should be talking.

I rather stay low in my hometown, be helpful to my mother on daily basis, than being away from my family, acah-acah carik duit beribu riban but the truth is I am actually being a slave of money.

As for now, I wont look at the need of money is the main purpose of life. The true meaning of life is, to serve your family, your parents. And that is why I cant afford for being away from home anymore because I have an option not to do so. 

Until next year, dont ask me to look for a job far away from my hometown. Why next year? because at that moment, I am sure my parents pun dah bosan tengok muka aku yang jadi penganggur parasit kat rumah diorang. 

I'll stick to this attitude for now. I'll change later.

kbai,

Lady Driver

"Okey la kut tu bang. Dah masuk"

Hidayah mengutarakan pendapat bilamana abang Hidayah cuba mengemaskan kedudukan kereta yang diparking. Pendapat spontan Hidayah tu langsung tak dihiraukan.

"Tu la pompuan. Park asal dan je," eh eh eh. Dingin betul pendapat tu abang oi. I tak macam tu, okey. Hidayah sanggup keluar masuk kereta sebab park tak centre. Tapi most of the time, taklah macam tu sebab I memang terer bab parking.

Weeks later, I was about to exit a junction bilamana ada Saga FLX putih sedap park kereta kat tepi simpang. Takde otak ke cemana ntah, macam mana Hidayah yang nak keluar simpang ni nak ensure jalan clear bila dia dah block macam tu.

Tapi sebenarnya, isu taklah besar sangat sebab Hidayah memang dah masak dengan jalan tu. Tapi, attitude tu please la.

Hidayah sampai kat simpang tu, dan berhenti. Acah2 nak tengok kiri kanan bilamana driver Saga FLX putih tu keluar kereta. Jeng jeng jeng. Keluar dah.

Driver tu berjalan ke arah kereta Hidayah sebab dia nak melintas. Hidayah pun sepantas kilat roll down tingkap.

"Kak, akak park situ. Tak nampak nak keluar ni," Hidayah buat muka taknak senyum langsung.

Hakak tu pandang kereta dia. Then dia pandang Hidayah. Then dia pandang kiri, pandang kanan.

"Okey, clear. Jalanlah," Hakak tu jerit dari luar.

Hidayah geleng buat muka, geleng kepala sambil ucap terima kasih. Hidayah berdoa Saga FLX tu hilang lampu belakang kanan.

Betul kata abang. Perempuan park mana dan je.

A Friend of 10 Years

First Year:
You called me 'syiling terbakar'. How rude was that even though the truth was there. I got burnt (very tanned) skin as a result of walking home from school during mid day for many years since primary school. I hated you so much and always avoided to bump into you. I could slap you in the face if I had the guts to do so.

Second Year:
You always seek for my help in maths. I am not so good in maths either, but at least I passed in every exam, unlike you. One day I decided to ignore you when you came to me for maths because you annoyed me earlier, and you just grunted slowly and walked away. We hadn't talk since. For months.

Third Year:
We were falling apart after we made up at the end of second year. Couldn't figure out the reason. I started a new gang. And you did too.

Fourth Year:
I guessed you didn't know that I was transferred to another school because we barely spoke to each other. I only had the chance to swap momento with a friend of yours. I didn't have the chance to even say farewell to you. Surprisingly months after that, you regularly called and texted me every month. You were also transferring to another school.

Fifth Year:
The calls and texts keep on going regularly.

Sixth Year:
I started my part-time job and barely made time for myself. Once in a while you came to my workplace with a friend of yours to see me. Months later, we received offers from different institute to further study. Once again, we were falling apart.

Seventh Year:
I didn't know you. You didn't know me.

Eighth Year:
You found me. We made up again. But you were different. So did I.

Ninth Year:
We barely talk to each other.

Tenth Year:
Things get complicated. We often bumped into each other, but got pretty awkward to hold on a conversation. I got complicated, not you. I changed and become complicated. You just changed as we grow up.

of an A Grade and an Attitude

I was in semester 3 when my friends (Ejum and Fizah) and I was about struggling to enter an almost full elevator in our faculty. It was about 8.30 am. We made it into the elevator when our C++ lecturer Mrs Hasmila arrived at the elevator and tried to step in.

Unfortunately, the elevator was already full and not a single person could fit in it anymore. Mrs Hasmila lifted up her face and give a please-give-up-a-room-for-me look to the ones who were in front of the elevator's door. And from the middle of the elevator, I could see no one was willingly to give up their space by stepping out from the elevator to give to that poor lecturer because everybody, who were all of them are the students, was running out of time to go to their classes.

Mrs Hasmila was ignored by everybody when I gave Ejum and Fizah a look. A look to consider to give up our space for Mrs Hasmila. They got my hint. And I opened my mouth to ask an excuse from the people inside the elevator to jump out and they gave us the way out. I could sense a relief aura from everybody.

"Madam, masuklah," we said to Mrs Hasmila once we got out.

Mrs Hasmila looked at us in surprise, happy, touched and other mixed feelings that I could see in her face.

"Oh, thank you," she smiled and stepped in.

And you cannot tell the satisfaction of a very little favour that you do, do give a big impact to the one who receives the favour, as well as to your life.

At 10.30 am on the same day, we had our class with Mrs Hasmila. We got into the class about 5 minutes late. And Mrs Hasmila was already in the room but had not start the lecture yet.

"I want to tell you a story," Mrs Hasmila started as Ejum, Fizah and I settled down.

"This morning, I was late to punch my card. And when I got to the elevator, it was full. Suddenly, three students got out and let me in," Mrs Hasmila was talking while smiling. I did not pay attention to her because I knew she was describing this morning incident.

"I was very touched and surprised. I did not expect they would do that," she kept on telling her story.

"And you all want to know who are they? They are Hidayah, Haidzum and Fizah," she called out our names. I kept my head down when Aminah who sat next to me poked me and said "Patutlah kau taknak dengar cerita Madam eh." And I smiled.

"I'm giving them bonus points for their deed," Mrs Hasmila said something that we did not expect. The bonus points that she mentioned was originally to be given out if we done well in our assignments and quizzes throughout the classes, but she was very generous to grant it to us just because a little favour that we offered.

And when the results came out, I got an A for C++.

The biggest credit goes to our beloved BEL 403 lecturer, Prof Hasnah who indirectly taught us manners. She once told us the manners in the elevator such as DON'T TALK TOO LOUD as if only you and your friends are in the elevator, GIVE UP A ROOM especially to the elders. And yes, I remembered the advices when I faced the situation with Mrs Hasmila.

Please my friend, attitude can touch people's heart.