Balik kampung…
em, back at home..sampai mlm smlm around 1130pm, then abah ajak lepak makan roti canai dulu. malangnyer, roti canai abah takde, tapi aku pulak end up makan roti jala. hehe
then, tak bule tido la pulak. i miss my baby..huhu…
sbb dah tido lambat tu, bangun pun lambat la jugak. sampai my dear uncle hon2 pun tak dgr. he’s back to see us before pg umrah next week. the one n only uncle (my cuman yg nakal sampai tua) yg suka sgt membuli aku sampai besar2 ni. he saw the picture of me n kus last raya, and questions about him came rushing out..(bila nak kawin, dia keje ape, kau panggil dia ape, ade tak orang panggil dia kus-kus? ceh!)
bila balik rumah ni mula la pening kapla tgk umah yg bersepah. sian kat mak sbb sibuk sgt keje smpai tak larat nak mengemas. lagi satu problemnyer ialah mak ni suka sgt nak menyimpan benda2. botol-’nak bwk pegi sekolah utk recycle’, biji labu?-’nanti bule tanam’, kuini yg dah separa busuk-’elok lagi tu, bule makan lagi..jgn buang’…well,thats my mum. maybe growing up in poverty made her into a person who can appreciate so many things which i could not see any significant of.
then, curi2 dgr bila mak n cuman bincang2 pasal family problem..em,part of reality living in adult world. masa kecik2 my problem is that i hate my curly hair, tanak pg sekolah agama sbb nk tgk maero attack, and i cant wait to grow older, to get money to buy many things.
sometimes, maybe its just lack of communication. when we were so caught up with hectic daily life, we dont have time to see even the person we love, we dont have time to talk face to face, we loss the skills to share our greatest fear, our hope, our confusion, our dream..we pretend too much that we forgot who we really are. what we really want..
for now, i just want to love my baby…
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