From K to K....ceria,cemas bercampaur baur.

Ha ha...only now that I realised that I had been travelling from K to K.
  Why not...been on the bas rombongan from Kangar to Kota Baharu, Kelantan...emphasis on kelantan as there's this Kota Bharu in  Perak and then to Kuala Trengganu.From there back to Kangar and then shooting off to Kuala Lumpur on the commercial bus..Mara Liner.Yesterday,cikten drove all the way from Kepong to Kangar..kesian dia.
Nala banyak K .kan?
The other day,when news broke loose about the flood wrecking havoc in Kuantan,I was gripped with fear.My darling dot was held up in Gambang in her apartment And no way out .Cut off from other places with nothing much to eat..kesian dia.
And the story of one of cikten's friend lagi kesian...stranded in Cherating at a petrol station,then stranded again at a roadside because of impassable roads.Perempuan pula tu.Tentu ibuayah risau di rumah ttg anak anak yang pergi bercuti diuji begini..Makan minum entah macam mana.Tidur dalam kesejukan dan ketakutan.

And it so happens that the places that we ahli rombongan went the other day were also stricken by flood.Besut ,Setiu,Ulu Trengganu,PCB up to Rantau Panjang.Lucky that we were spared the ordeal.Syukur alhamdullilah.

And what did we do on our 2 night 3 days journey to Kuala Lumpur,you might ask...
Cikten took us on a tudung buying mission in Jalan TAR.Terbelilah a tudung and a piece of material for baju kurung.Makan pula kat Zam Zam ala Kazam...that nasi beryani punya lah besar portionnya that was enough for the three of us.Tapau sajalah nasi goreng dan dibawa berjalan sepanjang shopping spree when I came with the idea of donating the packet to the pakcik makcik yang dok nyanyi ...but alas ..Tak mau dia nak terima ehsan kami...
Oh ya before that cikten drove us to Sg.Pencala makan makan after we got down at Duta...anak itu sentiasa menyenangkan.
And surprise surprise ..tak ada angin,tak ada ribut  cikson terima hadiah beg tangan lagi.
And the makan at Uptown Damansara with 2 of the children...cikina and cikwen...

TQ girls and boy for the susah payah...tapi sat sangat jumpa.
Waiting for their return somewhere late Dec...kita makan mee kuah ya....tulang dan daging masih ma simpan ....nomnomnom.
Got to stop here....mesin basuh dah bagi syarat.Update letter with pics..Bye.Selamat makan tgh hari..

banjir di Pahang,sleepless in KL

Pagi pagi lagi selepas Subuh,makcik dah onkan laptop pinjam ni.Mata terumpu kpd berita banjir yang melanda Pahang tika ini.
Berada di Kepong tapi hati dan fikiran berada di Gambang.Apa nasib sianak yang disana.How does she fare? Risau benar.
Told her to stay put in her place and vacate if the needs arise.Hope the college will look after the welfare of the students as well as the staff.
Membaca info dalam Kuantan's Life and Kuantan Community on FB gerun juga hati ini. Ada tempat yang sampai kebumbung.
Been involved in floods of 2011 in Perlis.I know how the feeling was.Seeing the water rising by the minutes and the day getting darker could put a strong willed person jadi lembik...takut wei...bukan lawak atau temasya lagi.
Semalam dapat berita ttg kawan anak yang bercuti di Pahang terkandas di stesen minyak .Harap mereka selamat semua.Perempuan pulak tu.
Hanya dapat berdoa semoga banjir ini cepat reda dan keadaan kembali normal semula.

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pictures from Kuantan FB dll.

abahly's love

If you met us on the highway ,yes,its us all right.We are on the move again! All out of abahly's love.

Its just only days since we returned home from that trip to the east coast.My feet were dragging behind me.Cikli was walking like a stuffed toy or robot.Complaining now and then .

But the thought of our girl driving the 500km journey without a partner made us forget our tiredness.Understanding too much the difficulty of the journey cikli insisted on going to the capital,stay a night or two there and then drive north.What with the rainy season,driving alone.....hmm cikli reasoned out.Ma just went with the logic
Lama mana kita larat abah oooi...
And the girl too was keen to be drive back...alone ,with or without  anybody.Hujan,,,dia tak pernah lagi..takut jadi apa apa...he argued.

Cikli thought of making the journey solo tapi cikson pula bimbang ttg dia.Sakit dia.Pelupa dia..

So set...the tickets were bought...mujuq murah aje ..60 ringgit for two.Warga emas punya concession.Previously thought of flying but there were never a sure moment.Sat macam ni sat macam tu last last tiket dah kebumbung...
Last checked ticket for one is 500...gila..

Itu lah cikli,suami makcik.Kalau bab anak merangkak pun dia sanggup.And that reminds me of him and the children.lebih lebih lagi episod cari anak dalam hujan walau punggung sakit naik bisul....menyenget jalan .

It also reminded me of my own experiences travelling alone on the train with my abah standing,waving as the train pulled out of the station. And sometimes waiting with a bicycle when I step down from the bus.Those old hard times...

Tersentuh hati ini bila terbaca keluhan hati seorang anak ttg ayahnya.. Menitis airmata tua ku..

Kasih Ibu

A shrill in  the middle of the night took us by surprise.Long and deep shriek .Not once but twice.Or is it thrice?
It was the middle of the night and at the back of the house that kept us from venturing out to investigate what had happened.No light and no torchlight either.
My mind kept wondering....
It sounded like its ninasandaq babies
It sounded like ciktam's baby which might be kidnapped by nina sandaq...she was fond of it though.
There were multiple possibilities that might have happened.

Morning came....I heard the soft purring voice of ninasandaq at the front door.Where's babies? I asked her.Her two little kitties were nowhere to be seen on the front porch.You fool...where's your babies?

Hurried to the kitchen with ninasandaq at my heels.Opening the door,a pitiful sight apprehended me...The black and grey babies were snuggling at each other on the plastic tray of the refrigerator.Pathetic little kitties looking straight into my eyes.

La...awatlah hang bawak mai anak hang kat sini...
It must be a long and hazardous journey for the kids.And the screams last night was a testimony for that...nina nina...I know your concern.That yellow big bully of the male cat isnt it?Nanti mama tengalung dia biaq dia cunggit jauh jauh...I said.

The loud roar just nearby made me stop typing this post.As I opened  the brown wooden door,a yellow figured darted out of the house.That rascal.And poor little squirrel rushed into the house..with his tail between his legs..

La awat tak lawan... I said.

The tragedy that befallen the 3 girls in Alor Senibong Alor Setar was too much to digest..Predators..they are everywhere.Ya Allah..its too much.too much.

And my thoughts went to my own girls in the capital and the east.Take care girls.May Allah keep you safe .

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