Those darn cats ...

Dah lama tak cerita tentang anak anak bulus kaki empat RBL.
Sejak kematian Pong , rumah hilang ceria dan cikson dapat merasakan lompongnya.

Ninasandaq tidak kelihatan bersandar lagi. Dia selalu bermenung diatas pillar pagar rumah masa matahari belum terik dan senja. Entah apa difikirkannya. Entah apa yang dirungsingnya.

Tapi bila ada peluang saja,dia menerobos pintu.Menuju ka bilik air untuk minum atau berbaring baring diatas lantai yang dingin.Komunikasi antara cikson dan dia hanya untuk makan.
Lambat cikson ke dapur dia akan mengekori.
Miiieeeeeeeow...cikson minta ikan cikit...
Lebihan sahur jadi rezeki dia.

Lepas makan dia bersantai dilantai. Menjilat bulunya.
Hey...pelan lah sikit bunyi tu.
Ya,ninasandaq bila menjilat dan merapi bulunya mesti diiringi dengan bunyi yang bernada tinggi.Rimaslah.

Selain Nina, Tam si teruna anak nina yang tinggal di sini. Bila berpeluang masuk ke dalam rumah,suaranya nyaring nonstop. Sudah lah bunyi garau macam bapa randuk.
Tam, QUITE!

Once in a while cikson took her phone and recorded their antics....

abam Tam sado misai bertaring

sama 2 menghadapi musuh nombor satu yang sedang berbaring...

Letih la tu selepas menghalu seteru

Tidoq terkapaq atas bangku

Berbunyi dia berdengkur dengaq sampai sebatu

Ha.... ni boleh buat senjata kalau datang seteru..
Mummy Lina jangan cuba cuba mai dok serbu...

 Kucing pun ada macam karektor.... the bully,the meek,the happy go lucky.

Sebelum beduk dipalu...

Tau ke anak2 apa tu beduk / biduk.
Tak apalah...googlekan ada.

gambar googled.

Oklah inilah beduk ....

Masa zaman di JPL masa berbuka puasa diketahui dengan pukulan beduk dari masjid dan juga siren balai bomba.
Jadi bila nak berbuka selalu soalan lazim adalah..
Bunyi dak lagi.....referring to the sounds of the beduk and the fire station.Berema seluruh wilayah.

Sejak mengamalkan ubat harian, rasa makan memang dah terbang ke awan. Makanan lazim pun terasa macam mengunyah plastik. Dan bila tengok cikli menambah makanan terasa irihati...

Harini menu berbuka adalah dari restoran saja. Keluarkan udang dan ikan nak masak selepas asar...tapi rasa buntu nak masak apa. Last2 minta cikli keluar membeli saja.

Kengsom ikan dah siap dpinggankan. Tunggu masa saja nak makan.

Haritu cikson susah hati tengok kawasan dan laman RBL dah jadi hutan sekunder. Alhamdulilah...syukur ada pekerja datang mesin.Lega sikit. Barulah nampak macam rumah ada orang....tinggal nak betulkan sikit sikit.

Lessons from my mum....making the bed

Growing up under the tight discipline of my late mum,the bed is a no no place during the day. Dont u ever . If you need a quick nap during the day,go find somewhere else. Nak kena rotan cubalah naik atas katil tt.

Every morning,rain or shine ,mum would make her cast iron bed with a strict regiment. The mattress would be given a whacking using a wooden stick until it was soft and fluffy. Mind u,we didnt have dunloppilo or gettha or zaina zain's endorsed mattress.  The mattress was filled with kapuk and self made if I was not mistaken. So imagine how the kabu or fluff moved when disturbed.

The bantals or pillows were taken to the windows where they were aired under the morning sun. Wise mum knew the power of the heat could kill molds and germs..so jaranglah ada peta peta atas bantal.

I remembered quite well, during the puasa month,beside making baulu,kek marble,wajik ( never come across wajik like her...drooling already) sewing pillow cases,cadar was on her list of to do things. So come hari raya,the little wooden house not only be adorned with self sewn curtains but new beddings as well.

Browsing fb, I came across an interesting article here... Kenapa mengemas katil tu penting.... Navy Seal.
Hmm...it made me think.....
Mak kita pun terror juga. Sebijak ketua navy seal bila dia menegaskan pentingnya mengemas bilik tidur .
Banyak lagi tau pelajaran yg di kutip dari mak mak kita yang kita ingat tak ada apa apa...tak tau apa apa sebab depa tak sekolah pun....
Alfatihah buat arwah . TT or Tok Ton...deeply missed .

Help...the door is locked.Again!

Food on the table...checked.
Spoons and cups...checked.

I looked at the table full of food. The soup was nicely plated. The kuihs in the tray. The red and yellow juices in the container. In a matter of minutes we could sit down for our berbuka. So I think.

For no clear reason,my feet dragged me to the middle room. Pull the door behind me and all hell broke loose..
The door was stuck. Jammed. I couldnt open it from inside nor did cikli from outside. Gave it a hug and a shove. No . It remained stuck.

Shouted for cikli to try the tesco card method. Cikli could not as he has trouble holding things.I could hear him murmuring. Angry for not being able to help.

Ambikla kunci dlm lemari putih tu....also without success.

Panggil la sapa sapa. I asked cikli. Soon he came back with someone. They tried the keys and the cards. No success either.

Tolak sajalah pintu... I asked after some time.
With just a strong shove ,the door sprang open. How relieved was I . Freed at last.

Thank you very very much Adams. The two brothers are our nephews from next door. Mujuq ada depa. Kalau cikli saja entah berapa jamlah cikson terkurung.Berbuka puasa pun entah bila.

I ni dah tak boleh buat apa apa....kata cikli kecewa.
Mata tak nampak,tangan tak kuat.

Tapi mulut masih kuat...I said jokingly.