48 years later

 

Its me after 48 years.

  Everyone said I looked happier today. Of course I do and still. I received many good wishes and prayers from 90 people, at least, through FB, Whatsapp, sms, email and verbally wished.  I am nobody, just a humble human being and 90 well wishers is a large pool to me. Thank you Allah. I am blessed to have such number of people praying good future for me and my family.

They came from my beloved family members, friends, friends’ friends, and clients.

What a good feeling……..

48 years old..???!!uwwaaaa….!!! b..b..bb..but…I don't feel like one..

Hello…!!!!!!.. knock.!.knock…! You’re 2 more years to 50…

yeah..yeah.. I know I’ve lived for 48 years and its about time to get sickness. Sickness that would normally attacked the 40 something like me.

25th September 2012  was my birthday and it was the same day when an appointment was set, with an elderly friendly doctor, Dr.Ho, who has a good sense on humor.

The hospital was not too crowded.

I waited for Dr.Ho with full of anxieties…...

gghghghg….ggg……gggrrr……… , as if I was waiting for news from God.

JENG..!!JENG..!!.JENG..!!!

I didn't get straight A’s. I got Hyperthyroid. My thyroid gland makes too much thyroid hormone. No wonder I’m hyper active, that sitting in the cinema for 2 hours is a no-no or I would just ZZzzzzZzz.. in there. A long hours driving makes me feel like standing while pressing on the paddle.

Its not cancerous though, according to the specialist. That was the result of my blood test.

Phew…!!!

O’ Almighty Allah. Thank you…thank you….

My hubby and I walked out of the Doctor’s office with a wide smile. Its not cancerous..!!!!

Deep in me, I know Allah is testing me. HE loves me and my family that, HE doesnt want to burden us. I also realize that its a warning from HIM, for me, to ………errr…mmm…….uh..…so many things that I am supposed to be doing and should be improved. With God’s willing, I will try, ya Rabb, I will.

Thank you to all my well wishers. I wish the same for you. Ameen……

Cerita Purbaku – Episod 21

 

Pak Chot memberanikan diri untuk melangkah lebih dekat lagi ke arah belukar itu. Goyangan sudah terhenti. Tiba-tiba kelihatan cahaya gemilau memancar dari arah sepohon pokok renik. Pak Chot kehairanan. Erat, dipeluknya Intan. Dia terus melangkah ke hadapan.

“Daun emas..?” Bersuara Pak Chot , kegirangan.  Antara daun2 pokok renik itu ada yang terdiri dari emas dan perak. Pak Chot melihat sekeliling. Tiada sesiapa di situ.Beliau meletakkan parangnya semula ke sarung.

Kini Pak Chot sudah berada belut2 di dekat pojon renik tersebut. Beliau memberanikan diri untuk memetik. Kini sehelai daun emas telah berada di telapak tangannya. Tiada apa2 yang berlaku. Sehelai demi sehelai dipetiknya.

Digenggaman tangan Pak Chot terdapat 5 helai daun emas dan 5 daun perak. Kesemua kini berada padanya. Pak Chot memandang Intan. Anak kecil itu kelihatan seronok apabila matanya kesilauan. Beberapa batang gigi susunya kelihatan. Pak Chot tersenyum melihat Intan. “Kita kaya, nak” katanya pada anak kecil yang kini semakin terserlah kecantikannya itu.

Pak Chot meneruskan perjalanan pulang. Sesampai di kaki tangga, Pak Chot meletakkan Intan duduk di anak tangga. Dia menyelukkan gayung tempurung ke dalam tempayan lalu mencuci kakinya. Tanpa sengaja, sehelai daun emas terjatuh dari tangan Pak Chot, langsung masuk kedalam tempayan. Cahaya keemasan terpancar dari mulut tempayan. Mata Pak Chot kesilauan. Pandangan Pak Chot kabur. Digosoknya kedua belah matanya. Apabila matanya tebuka, cahaya kemilau telah lesap. Pak Chot cepat2 menjenguk ke dalam tempayan.

Di celuknya dasar tempayan itu. Daun emas tersebut telah hilang.Pak Chot hairan. Pak Chot berpaling pada Intan.

“HAH..!!!??? INTAN..!!!!!!” Dengan secepat kilat Pak Chot menyambar Intan lalu lari menjauhi rumahnya.

Pak Chot hampir tersungkur. Dia berlari ke arah pokok besar tidak berapa jauh dari tempat ia menyalai ikan. Pak Chot lalu terhenti dan tersandar di batang pokok tersebut. Intan diletakkannya di sisi. Tangannya erat tidak mahu melepaskan gelanggangan tangan Intan. Dengan nafas yang terputus-putus Pak Chot perlahan-lahan mengintip dari sebalik batang pokok.Tiada siapa di kawasan itu. Matanya beralih ke arah rumahnya.

Dengan nada perlahan “ru..ru..rumah aku..???” Hanya itu yang terkeluar dari bibir Pak Chot. Mulutnya terngaga luas. Matanya terbeliak.

 

Nantikan sambungannya di episod yang ke-22

tungguuuuuuu…………………

 

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Incase you have not read the previous episode, Click:

http://philantropist-wannabe.blogspot.com/2012/07/cerita-purbaku-episod-20.html

or if you want to read the Episode-1, click :

http://philantropist-wannabe.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-classic-story-cerita-purbaku-eposid1.html

Eid Party Of The Year

 

We were invited to a relative’s Eid party, themed as ‘Jom Raya’.

Earlier, I’ve set my mind that this year is a getting-to-know-my husband’s relatives year. So I went, despite the last minute decision and despite the worries for not being familiar with the crowd and with the place where the occasion was held.

That very night, we drove in and out of every junction, ,U-turning a few times, and at last….

WWOOOAAAHHHH..!!!!!  So grand.

That was the best Raya party I’ve attended.

The hosts were such a great host. We were greeted like a VVIP, so as everyone else. Thanks for inviting us Krushid, Beeba.

You both never fail greeting everyone. What an energetic couple. I salute ..!!!!

We were seated next to a couple who looked familiar to me.

“Please excuse me for asking, who are you? and how are you related to Krushid” I started conversation. Anuar was friendly enough to accept my naive but sincere question. The rest of the conversation I left it continued by my hubby,

the man with a few words. 

Later I knew that Anuar is a nephew to my hubby. I told him that. I also drew where he stand in their family tree, on a serviette. I got an “oohhhhh..I..C…….” from him and his wife, Farizah. What a lovely couple they are.

All the guests, including myself, had a great fun with the show performance that couldn't stand me from jingling my shoulder, while our beloved cousin , Ghouse was lucky enough being approached by the entertaining man…… 

And

GUESS  WHAT………………??????

 

He can sing..!!!  Ghouse can sing..!!!

Zindagi Ek Safar hai suhana…… ya hakal kiya ho kisnee jaana.......eyo..eyo..eyo…….

woooaaahhh…! He was the singing imam for the nite. Can you beat that..??.

The entertainer never fail to add more fun. We were presented by more exciting and head turning performance.  

While many had their eyes hooked to the stage, some made an effort to mingle around, including me.

Snap..snap..snap… What a great fun to meet all of them.

hmmm…. as usual, these cousins are always full of action when they meet. Nothing to worry though…they were not fighting.

     

beware of this Azizul guy. He is so lucky that he would win a lucky draw in any occasions. There goes my present.

I really had fun that night. Those cute little toddlers attracted my attention too.

Hasya is always full of sweetness when she pose for the camera. So cuteeee………

Although I didnt get lucky on the lucky draw, these children won my heart.

   

At almost 12mid nite. The party was over, but………

saying goodbye was another event that doesn't normally end that quick. 

Bye…. and …bye …….and ….bye………

Congratulation  Brother Din, what a heavy lucky draw gift you got.but… I miss your sweet wife and your handsome son.

My hubby and I continued talking about the fun occasion that we just attended, on the way home. We reached home at almost 1am.

I got up in the morning with the occasion still fresh in mind.

Thank God its Friday..!!!

I’m waking up

 

I know..I know…. its been months I have not updated my blog. I was buzy and lazy.

But, hey…Im back today.

Come again, OK

Ramadhan gifts

 

Amin, my junior at high school was on his way back to celebrate The Eid, with his family in Labuan. To recall, I got to know him through the Facebook. We have never met then.

We, among his seniors teased him, that we wanted him to get us souvenirs from the country where he then work, Qatar.

I promised to meet him at the airport, and I fulfilled my promise.

I hardly remember if we did ask for Qatar jewelry, he got me one, anyway. YEAYYY..!!! Thank you Amin.

I drove out of the airport, while my sight couldn't get off from looking at it.

From the airport, I stopped by Putra Jaya to meet another old friend of mine. Maziah.

  She is still as charming as ever. Glad to see you, girl….

We chit-chat and talked about our good old days.

On my way out of her office, she passed me the best chocolate cake that I’ve ever taste.

Yummy….!

Dont judge the book by its cove. I couldnt tell you more…the cake is excellent..!!!!!