entah... tak tau dah apa nak tulis.

The house smells of Dettol since I mopped the whole house with the substance. Better be cautious,I told myself. Even though still groggy from the lack of sleep last night, I couldnt help but tidy up the house.

The taik ayam bertempek tempek di porch hadapan sudah ku basuhkan.
Aduhai cikyam,cikyam...tolonglah jangan tambahkan beban kerja ku.
The floor too needs mopping. So Dettol was used instead of the usual Ajax Fabulosu. Now the house smells like the ward of the hospital!

Yesterday,when my sister from SP entered the house ,the sweet smell of Comfort Ultra and vinegar greeted them. Haaa..if they were here today.dettol pula akan mereka hidu.

Making the house clean and crisp is my utmost pleasure. Suka tengok bilik air nyah lendir dan kulat. The bowl given a clean facade. The sawang taken down and the floor clean and dry.

The bedroom too needs attention. The bedspread taut and well spread. The pillows fluffed and placed ceremoniously on the bed.

Well... its tt's trait. Rumah spick and span inside out. And all tt girls like to follow her. So you could see well groomed home in SP and Bangi although all of us are working ladies. Bukan nak angkat diri.. tapi itulah hakiki. Sifat ibu yang meticulous bab rumah sedikit sebanyak akan diikuti anak anak.

Rumah cikson tak boleh lah dikatakan bersih 100 peratus. Ada kala terpeleot juga. Lebih lebih lagi laman depan. Selalu cikson biar cikli saja uruskan. Jadi luar rumah,ikut selera dialah. Kalau bersih, dialah bersihkan. Kalau tidak,makna cikli tak buatlah. Gitu percaturan kami.
Hihi... Dan bila cikli dah begini,makna nya ciksonlah kena urus. Adoooi...

Dah jam 12.00 . Perut mula minta nasi..
Jam  begini selalunya,aku sudah siap masak utk mkn tgh hari. Sejak Ahad dulu semua dah jadi serabut serba serbi.

Tadi selepas keluar hospital,aku ke restoran kampung. Nak tapau mkn tgh hari. Tak bukalah pula. So instead I ventured into another shop and bought things for kotiau goreng..
Mungkin tgh hari ni berkotiau lah pula..

Bye...Have a happy Saturday.

Odyssey of cikli's wifey...bila bulan jadi matahari

Dari jendela bilik pagi pagi..

dari tingkat 6 bangunan

di sini kami se mingguan..

Its been a week since our daily routine gone haywire. Topsy turvy .
Since that fateful Sunday when I drove cikli to the ER. Things took a swift turn. After 5 hours accompanying him in the ER he was admitted to the ward pending an operation.
Bedded at the old wing of HTF... our story began.

After a night at the 6 bedded ward ,cikli was soon transferred to Kelas I nun diawan biru. Blok B of the new wing is cikli's new address..hehe.

Every evening, at nearly seven cikson would head for the hospital. Buying dinner was not to be missed. Sometimes its at the canteen and other times at our frequently visited restaurants..
After dinner, cikli slept. Sometimes snoring loudly in his sleep. But he was frequently visited by the hosp staff. On errants for sure.
And cikson would retire for the night on the single sofa bed. So very uncomfortable la...and the sejuk macam kutub utara aircon room pun menambah siksa. Tambah memburukkan urat2 dan tulang ku yang dah purba..haha.

Katapun hospital.maka tidak akan terkecuali dari drama2 hospital. Semalam tgh tgh malam terkejut dengar orang bertempik. Bukan orang sakit tapi penjaga. Entah apa yang dimarahnya kerana cikson tak faham bahasa dia. Mungkin marah pada ibunya yang sentiasa mengerang sepanjang hari.
Sakiiiit,aiyaaaa,ammmmaaaaa memenuhi segenap pelusuk ward kelas 1.Rasa2 menerobos ke angkasa raya.

Pagi ini dia bertempik lagi kerana marahkan staff kononnya tak tukar bedsheet pesakit. Dan bila diexplain sebabnya pun dia masih tak faham..adoi kadang2 melihat keadaan begini ,cikson geleng kepala. Sombongnya dia.

Tak kata spital lah kalau boleh tidur lena dgn nyenyaknya. Tgh2 malam cikli kena dipantau bp,diberi ubat,diambil darah..dan bermacam lagi.

By 5 dah bangun. Entah berapa detik saja mata betul2 pejam. Mengurus cikli mandi dan bersihkan dirinya. Lps tu mkn pagi. Mujur ada makcik bawa raga jual karipap ,nasi lemak . Bolehlah beli.

By 9 or 10 selesai urusan cikli dan cikson pun bolehlah balik rumah sendiri. Betul urat tulang yang kejong malam tadi.
Later than that, cikson akan bawa kereta ketengah ketepi. Warna lampu isyarat pun macam dok dalam mimpi. Sampai rumah,urus itu ini. Baru sedap tidur sekejap.
Namun bila perut lapar,mulalah susah hati...
Nak masak dah tak berdaya
Nak keluar cari makan, tak larat bawa kereta
So lunch is dinner la nampaknya.Begitulah selalunya.

Baru terfikir.... Beginilah kalau berdagang  ditempat orang. Nak apa buatlah sendiri...hihi. Pandai2 lah bawa diri.Bila mati baru tamat cerita ceriti..

Thats all folks. Got to find in Perlis Food Delivery kot2 ada yg jual makan tgh hari. Lapaq ni..
Hmm..nampaknya tiada delivery yg sesuai hari ni. So apa kah resolusi.
Nak tunggu makanan jatuh ke bumi?
Laparlah kau ..laparlah kau kata hati.

So cikson rebus ikan temenung yang berbaki. Sambal belacan balance semalam. Masak nasi...haaaa jadi!

Tak sabar tunggu anak2 balik,boleh lah cuti dari jaga cikli..hihi.

Odyssey of cikli's wifey... sakit lagi

Sakit lagi..
Cikli sakit sejak seminggu dua yang lepas. Namun being cikli ,he puts on a strong front.
He would still drive to the clinic by himself and attend to matters of his small stall in town.
He still put on his gardening attire and tended to the plants and flowers around the house.
He still goes to the mosque to pray .

I could watch but deep in my heart I wish he could stop doing the gardening and let hired hands attend to the matter.
When no 7 was being renovated he frequented the house to supervise the workers. And sometimes chipped in to help much to my consternation.
Awatlah dok pi sapu . You ni.....I said when he showed me the picture of the clean swept terrazo floor.
Kan nak ambik orang cuci?
I hired a team of cleaners from Nap Cleaning Services and soon all the clutters in the house was taken care of.

Then one evening, cikli was shivering uncontrollably. I was on the verge of calling the ambulance to take him to the hospital. But he hesitated going there.
Next morning, a Sunday,cikli was going to clinic Satu Malaysia or Remedic for his daily treatment.
At the wheel, I put to him that its better to straight to the ER at Hosp Tuanku Fauziah.
This time I ,he readily agreed.
All things moved fast when we were there.
No sooner he was wheeled into the ER room where the doctor dutifully attended to him. Blood test,xray and some other test proved that it was not a minor demam.
After 5 hours in the ER,cikli was admitted in the ward with an operation scheduled the next day....

So our story began...
3 days at Ward Multi apakebende entah...Wad kelas dua katil 15.

Last night,cikli was moved to one of the first class ward thanks to olin's gl. Here we have some privacy and I could managed to grab a few winks on the single sofa. The other night I arranged 3 plastic chairs to sleep. Mau 10,20 minit saja yang mata terlelap.

This morning ,when I was going to leave him for some time at home,he grabbed my hands. He was in tears when he thanked for what I have done..kesian pula.

That is what a wife is for cikli. In sickness and happiness. Dont worry.We have been through up and downs for nearly 40 years...

And Insha Allah we will be together until the end.

Thats all folks. Taking some time to talk with my trusted laptop. Got to take my bp pill . Bye.

Sometimes...sometimesla...

Sometimes I feel like running from it all.
Sometimes I yearn to be in a place where everything is as I command. As I want it to be.Everything is sweet and simple as it could be.
Mamps...hidup mati balik pun tak dapat kan begini.

Kadang2 terfikir kenapa perlu hadap liku hidup yang berlikuliku. Belok sana,u turn sini,dead end situ,himpit kiri,himpit kanan...eh apa yang otn ( orang tua ni ) merepek ni?

Tapi bila lihat kawan rakan sahabat handai adik beradik hadapi cabaran cabaran mereka,aku terstop dari berfikiran begitu.
Ada isteri...dimadukan tanpa pengetahuan hingga bertahun lamanya.
Ada anak... bila lihat sijil lahir tertera tiada nama pada ayahnya.
Ada menantu.. hidup bagai babu
Ada mertua... jadi kuli anak menantu.

Semua cerita cerita itu boleh didapati kalau anda rajin membaca KRT atau kisah rumah tangga.

Post ini ku tulis sudah sekian lama.......

Hari ini aku rewind balik cerita awal tahun dulu dan cerita bulan March hari itu. Bila cikli masuk spital...
Sejak 3 hari lepas bermula hidup kami di hospital akibat komplikasi kaki cikli. Panjang cerita. Panjang drama.
Yang hanya dapat ku ungkapkan... aku bukan segagah dahulu. Ke sana sini  ke  hulu ke hilir tanpa teragak agak..
Semalam... 5 jam menunggu di wad bedah, Tidur diatas kerusi buat aku tak betah.
Terimakasih Adik Yati dan keluarga yang sama 2 menunggu di wad bedah hingga selesai. Jasa kamu sekeluarga tak akan kak lupakan. Begitu juga adik Lan yang banyak menolong.

Sekarang cikli masih diwad Kelas 2 katil 15. Semoga dapatlah ruang yang lebih selesa nanti.
Sekian dulu kali ni..Nak pejam sat mata yang bersengkang malam tadi. .Nak lurus urat urat yang tersimpul kembali.

Lepas tu... rutin disambung kembali...
Bye...doakan ciksoncikli dipermudahkan urusan.