salam...
nothing much happen
and nothing much to say
just hope this dullness of life
didnt dragged me away
away from the Creator of me.
ameen ya Rabb...
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those images kept flashing
too many times.
i dont know why...
i do miss the time so much though
the time when i was still a kid.
but i was big enough to remember how this life lived.
always has mother to tell stories of her friends
always has father to take her to the 'kedai kopi'.
always have sisters to go to school with
riding the bicycle.smiling.full of happiness
always there were friends,waiting.to start a day of school together.
and when evening comes,there
she always with mother and father.
there,at their own yard,
yes,it's small but the green scenery of cultivated plants were so nice
so nice that she could always remember it.still remember it.still seeing it.
back at that time,
father was making the plant beds,
mother was planting the seeds,
and there she was watering them.with hopes that they will grow into big big trees.
so mother and father would be happy.and she will be happy.
when she got tired with watering plants,
she would go down a small stream. to cool down her hands and her feet
with the cold refreshing water from the stream.
there she would stay a while.
and there too, she would start her hobby.
to catch for the tiny shrimps.
using only the small shabby old sieved basin given by mother.
but the basin never stops her from trying to catch the shrimps,until she lie flat,fatigue all over.never giving up
because back then,that word almost never once crossed her naive,her innocent,little heart.
the heart that never saddens her up.
to her, everything was bright.
old paklong always like to tease,
'how many udang galah you got today,dont you want to give some to paklong?'
grinning with almost no teeth showed,peeking through the fronds of the coconut tree which he's been trying to get 'nira kelapa' from.
she can only reply with a big grin to old paklong,revealing her smile with a missing front tooth.
and seeing the sweet smile of her only made old paklong's laughter got louder.merrier.
when the faded sun started to set, slowly
mother would call her name, for its the time to go home,
and she would run happily,hopping around between the beds of sprouts.
and the sky started to turn into double-colored gigantic roof.dusky red with smoke-like grey cloud along the horizon,while keeping the center of the roof still with dusky pale ocean blue.
together,riding side by side with mother,she went home.smiling
as if tiredness didnt affect her at all.still smiling.full of joy.
and she kept smiling.
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those images kept flowing through my mind these days.
so clear as if it just had happened yesterday.so vivid.so lively
