Radio lima puloh ringgit beli kat Musa Raja Lelong cikson buka.
Sayu kedengaran alunan suara terdengar. Melantunkan bacaan surah Yassin. Antara gadget yang cikson dampingi ,radio coklat inilah. Dari banyak2 model yg diperaga, model seakan retro ke zaman lepas jadi tarikan.
Maka jadilah dia peneman hari cikson sehingga kini.
Ada masa siaran lagu lagu klasik diputar. Maka terthrowback cikson ke zaman dulu dulu kala. Masa A.Ramli dengan lagu mendayunya. Lepas itu zaman ago ago... hehe sempat juga melalui zaman seluar bell bottom dengan rambut ala afro.
Ehh mama pakai bell bottom, free hair no, exclaimed my daughter when she got to see an old photo of mine. Waah.. terra dari kami.Beraninya.
To which I just grimaced. Haha.. its the past darling. I said.
Now, 40 years forward. Thankful to be what I had undergone.
From a kid struggling to board a bus to school early in the morning, getting into college at eighteen, sent to Ulu Selangor at twenty....here I am. Caretaker to my ailing hubby . Jadi peneman dia dalam urusan perubatan dia di hospital.
Oh well... last night, I was quite unsettled. It was past eight when cikli messaged... I kena pi spital. Kena jahit . Dua jahitan putus...
Cikli has his dialysis turn at 4 ending at 9. I volunteered to send him but he was fix on driving on his own.
Masa masa lockdown ni, jalan sunyi sangat. Tak payahlah keluar rumah. Tak pa I boleh drive.
So, I was an anxious wife before cikli made home at nearly 10.
Mujur ada tv jadi peneman selain Monkey bukan monyet. Budak bulus dari KL tu selamat dalam sangkar mereka.
Ni lah peneman cikson saban hari...selain tv dan laptop ini.
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