For me, no specific new year resolution, I just want to be more happy and successful that what I have achieved today. Maybe a new job in a new place could reignite my slow and cold brain. I don’t want it to be like diesel engine you know.. takes like forever to warm up.
You see, starting 12th December 2005, my company “forced” us to take for 5 freaking weeks!. 35 days without work and still being paid. Gosh, no wonder our nation’s productivity suffered, when a company like this keeps giving their staff this kind of “paid holiday”. Did I complaint about this?. Nah, that would be plain stupid eh?. 840 hours free time, doing what ever you want without need to think about some works stuff or what so over.
You would be surprised to see the reaction or the expression of the people when I told about my holiday. Its practically the SAME!. “5 minggu???.. ko gile ke ape cuti sampai lama tuh?, gaji dapat tak?”, “Mana la aku tau beb, orang dah kasik cuti
1st week.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, playing games, surfing, eat, tennis, tennis, tennis, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, eat, eat.
2nd week.
(Look above)
3rd week.
This is where the real action begun. My journey to KL started. For what?. Buying 2 things that currently became my babies. Heheheh. After working for over 1 year, I decided to buy myself a new (old) car and a new handphone. The first item is kinda compulsory to me since I’ve been longing to get one for quite some time and I think this would be the prefect time from my financial point of view to get one. It turns out to be, the car that I want, was indeed a hard one to find. For the whole week, I surfed, reading advertisements and magazines just to look for this particular car.
That’s was what my brother suggest lah, since to him, its pretty stupid to wonder around and jump from one used car dealership to another, without knowing if the car is there or not. I know that excuse is created to cover his “malasness” (sorry sifu, heheh), but you have to agree with him. If I want to get myself the usuall national car, then it would be no problem. Its feel weird tho’ since I’ve been obsessed with Honda like forever and suddenly when the times come, I found myself looking for a
Bila dah habis usha dua2, payah jugak nak decide mula2, sebab tak nak terbeli keter salah
Oh yes, my fav aunt selamat melahirkan seorang anak lelaki, Zaim Ishmael Bin Zafrullah. Nice name man!. Nasib baik la uncle aku tak buat dajal letak Zaim Ismail ( mcm pelawak tuh ) mau kena karate ngan makcik aku heheheheh. But
unfortunately the baby suffered from a weird ( to me la) sickness called “Blue Baby Syndrome”. My sis ada explain more in his blog. We did managed to celebrate New Year in the best possible way.. from the balcony of our apartment. Dapat la jugak nampak a glimpse or fireworks that burning on the sky at KLCC.
4th week.
This is the week when I make complete used of my dear friend, ( hhehe thanx dude, really owed u big time), punya la payah nak carik handphone, Allah je tau. Sekejap ke Subang, Low Yat, Endah Parade dan Sungei Wang. Semuanya s
ebab nak carik handphone harga paling murah. Padahal takda la beza byk sgt. 40-50 ringit je. Tapi tuh la.. kalau kira2 balik duit cost minyak and makan tuh.. aiyark!. Baik je la aku beli dkt Seri Rampai tuh. My last hp tuh takda la rosak teruk sgt, Philips jenamanya. Bak kata kawan aku, “Philips buat lampu wei, bukan buat hanpon”.Yer, aku tahu tuh. At one point the navigation became increasing annoying, tak moh dengar kata org tua2ckp la.
Stress jugak la sebenarnya tapi aku rasa itu cuma some sort of excuse to make urself feel better buying the new one. Hampir berjaya jugak nak racun member aku sorang tuh suruh beli hp baru, bila ada geng baru la tak terasa membazir sgt wooo. Tapi gagal! Damn you!. Anyway, after much of the hassle, I bought myself the new hp in Carrefour, just in front of my house. Susah payah pegi
And about the baby, the doctor in Ampang Puteri decide to refer him to IJN. Since the specialist is there about this kind of sickness. Sedih gila tgk baby tuh. Dah la kecik je. Tak sampai siku aku pun panjang, tapi bukan main banyak wire attached to him. Nasib baik la my lil sister dah habis study. Dia la yang menunggu Zaim dkt IJN almost every week.
My auntie pulak, still recuperating from the caesarian ( betul ke eja? ) operation. This is her 2nd operation. *Sigh*. It breaks my heart to see her in that kind of situation and the baby is still in critical condition. My auntie is a rare breed. Very tough, independent and strong mentally and physically. Even tho’ she was in pain, but everytime we (me and bro and wife ) came and visit her, she still managed to crack some jokes. And my uncle is cool like always, but I know, deep down he’s sickly worried over his son.
Zaim in IJN
( I need to touch up my skill in uploading pictures in here... the layout suxxx)
5th week.
Aidiladha!. Hari Raya yang di tunggu oleh kami, since we “beraya” in Kelantan as always. This time, my mum’s family including me and my
bro decided to korban seekor lembu for us. Which means, there are 7 portion of that cow to to be shared among us. So, sampai la dkt tempat nak menyembelih tuh. Apparently my uncle bought the cow from this peternak lembu. Punya lah besar lembu2 kat situ. Terasa macam ada zaman purba pulak. Semua benda besar dari k
itaorg. Obviously, our cow is the normal 1 lah. Not the XXL size ones. The good thing was, everything was done by them, from slaughtering the cow until separating the meats and all. So, the hard task is done by them, so all we need to do was bring back everyting and cut them into more small pieces. Macam pesta plak, semua orang involved dalam pemotongan daging.
nt sokongan moral je. But I can tell you this. Its darn hard to chop the legs with a blunt axe!.
lembu sebelum di sembelih...
Sakit badan aku esoknya dibuat oleh kaki tuh. My auntie did call us, informing that the baby will be in surgery room for his 1st operation. Note to yourself; don’t try to picture a small baby and a surgeon. Its not a pretty sight. Alhamdulillah, th
e 1st operation was a succesfull one. But the major one would be next. Right after Raya, I went straight to Kuala Terengganu for yearly regional meeting. Man!, K Trg is not an interesting place to hang out. Probably its because of the raya thingy. That night my mum called, the major operation is finished and result is not so good. The doctor gave us 40% only, whatever that means. I was stunned, didn’t expecting this news. “Make sure you prayed for Zaim, that’s the only thing that we can do”. The meet
ing went well, we came early in the morning, sit our asses down and listen for the whole day.
Friday, the meeting start as usual, everybody looked happy, probably because this will be the last day. I remember correctly until now, it was 11.45 AM that time, my phone beeps, it was from my house. At that very time, dada dah be
rdebar, but I still refused to listen to it. It was my dad, he spoke slowly and short. “Zaim dah takda,”, I was like what???, still trying to process those 3 words. “When?” “ Dunno, tapi baru lagi lah, we’ll be going after this, the burial ceremony will be held after Asar, you wanna go?”, “Sempat ke kalau saya bertolak sekarang?”, “ I don’t think so lah, I don’t think you can managed to be
there in time, just come to KL today”, “I’ll be leaving after Jumaat, is it ok?”, “ Yeap, singgah dekat Gambang and pick your brother, I’ll called his college about this! drive carefully ya!”. After he hanged up, I blurred for a while, still trying to grasp the news. I walk slowly back to the meeting roo
m and finished the meeting, have lunch and off to KL at 2.30 PM.
Almost the whole journey I was cursing myself for buying 1.3 liter car. It’s hard to overtake cars apparently. We managed to arrived to KL at 8
.00 PM, the last relatives to arrived, sampai2 sempat baca doa aje for the tahlil. Everybody was there. Take a glance to my auntie, still crying slowly but managed to give us a short smile, thanking us for coming. Rasa janggal sekejap sebab everybody is in baju melayu or baju kurung. Ini baju kerja pun tak sempat nak tukar. Sunyi sepi rumah, cuma sometimes je dengar suara Zafran, the 1st son running all over the house, over excited kut sbb jumpa ramai org.
Before we went back to Wangsa Maju, everyone hugged my auntie, trying to lift a bit her burden off. She cried and cried, hugging every single one of us. There are little things that you can do at that time, except letting her cried on your shoulder and hold her tight. We arrived at home and my dad stared to tell us about the burial ceremony. Zaim was buried in Tanah Perkuburan Klang Gate. He told us how my uncle broke down during the burial, crying for his 2nd son. Somebody need to hold him and walk him out of the cemetery. And according to my auntie, that was his 2nd time crying after his dad passed away a long long time ago.
The next day, my aunt called, asking me for a lift to Kuantan. Yeah sure, no problem, the least thing that I can do to her. Before we went back, singgah sekejap di Tanah Perkuburan, tgk kubur Allahyarham Zaim. Sempat buat lawak lagi tuh, “Kenapa la semua orang doa for Zaim utk masuk syurga eh?, bukan ke tempat dia dah terjamin ke?, sepatutnya EVERYBODY prayed for us, joining Zaim in syurga one day”, I can only smiled when she said that. At the end of the story, I arrived in my house that day, at 930 PM, tired and tired. Tomorrow nak pergi ke Rompin plak nak tgk computer baru dah ada network ke tidak. Monday dah start keje balik.
So, now I’m in 2ndweek of my training for the teachers. 2 more days and I’ll be having another 10 days holiday. Baru kerja after 5 weeks rest, memang payah la skit. Malas gila. Tapi takpa, slowly I can catch up. Auntie Ana and Uncle Apal, I pray for both of you, hope you guys can be strong enough to face this huge challenge, dont worry I do pray for both of you!.
Zaim Ishmael Zafrullah, this is for you. AL- FATIHAH.
