This entry is special and as for tribute to my deceased grandmother who pass away on 28th of August 2011
*First of all I don't mean to have such solemn sorrow and sad entry on this.
because I accept what had happen to us. Redha with Allah decision. and for every living soul also will meet its end eventually same goes to me.
and this entry is just for memorial sake : if I would have forgotten about this, at least I could recall it by reading this entry*
I been living with nenek since as long as I can remember, she raise me up and took care of me and my siblings when both our parents are off to work. During that time atuk was still around too.
Abah and Ibu would send us off to nenek's house in the morning and usually pick us up after maghrib
that is normally our routine nearly everyday except weekends
Even when we started school the routine still maintain the same through out the years. A simple life as it is.
the best part of living in nenek's place is there is a playground directly in front of the house. So we played a lot there after school. we usually play until it almost dark and sometimes only come back home after we heard the call for prayer. I have many friends when I was a kid. all about my age and were grand children and children of the neighbours in the area. the people there are pretty close and friendly.
me and my siblings would really get excited during rainy days, that the time we got to chance to 'mandi' and get soaked to the skin under the pouring rain. but as expected, parents would not allow their kids to do such a thing. but atuk and nenek would allow us to do just that even if its once in a while. but under one condition, we should quickly get to shower after that. we don't want to catch a cold so that what we were thought
since we were kids when we stayed with our grandparents, we should always inform our parents what we want to do before hand. in other word we need a permit to do some stuff. there 'pasar tani' or wet market near nenek's house but we need to cross the road to get there. it isn't that far but still we still need to ask abah if we can go there. nenek usually ask us kids to buy some groceries there. and atuk usually give us the extra money for us to spend. we usually spend it on toy boxes where you would recieve random toys and some candies inside that. atuk is very nice to us and had always give us the extra pocket money even if it is actually 20 cent.
the bottom line is my childhood with atuk and nenek is full of joy and bliss.
I stop living with nenek when I started boarding school in form one or 7 grade in american term haha.
nevetheless on school holidays I always make sure I got the chance to pay a visit. there are to much memories if I were to keep on sharing. it would be a long journey story of volumes of volumes of story books. but I will keep it short by telling some of it;
so I remember I got into a fight with some kid, to be frank I am not the aggresive kind of lad. some may say I am too kind hearted (whatever that means) so in the quarrel the kid throw a large bunk of wood at me. I guess it was as hard as rock and as solid as steel, that when it hit my forehead and I instantly fell and found myself bleeding on the ground. the kid ran of course out of fright. I went back home crying for the pain. nenek saw blood oozing down all over my face and immediately call atuk. atuk came in a rush and quickly lift me up to take me to the nearby clinic. I remember we walked our way there and it was quite far. but still atuk walked there carrying me. I got some stitches from the doctor. and the a lifetime scar to remind me how my atuk carry me all the way to the clinic just to tend my wounds
have you ever had buah sukun before? do you even know such a fruit exist? do you konow you can cook and eat them too? if you have no clue what it this sukun, don't worry it's just a fruit. Nenek is the one show me what buah sukun is. she as me to pluck it with a long stick specialize in plucking fruits in tall trees. it wasn't as easy as it seem but I manage to get a hang of it and got many of these fruits
nenek was happy to have these fruit, at first I wonder why, but the I figure it must be it was the fruit from a tree planted by atuk in the small orchid and plus the orchid is the most precious place for atuk when he was alive. and since atuk was not there at the time nenek must really miss him. she made kuah masak lemak with the sukun. and I never thought that it would taste good. nenek has always been a good cook : and my most favorite dish cook by nenek is her infamous "ayam masak kicap" . it is only on special occasion will then nenek prepare this dish and that occasion is on the first day of raya.
haha. funny that I say that, because this year there is no "ayam masak kicap" from nenek. this year and the year after that, and the year after that, or ever. because on aidilfitri 2010 is the last time I ever will taste that infamous dish I been eating almost every year of my life.
I'm sorry.. this is getting to long, and I don't think I want to continue any further. so that's it. a piece of memory that I manage to share.
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