kepada mereka yang bermegah-megah dengan Valentine Day
oleh Sheih Kickdefella , seorang blogger yang terkenal
dengan poster-poster kritikan sinis. Kepada mereka
yang ada ibu bapa yang masih hidup, gunakanlah peluang
sisa hidup yang masih ada ini untuk berbakti kepada
kedua ibu bapa kita.
If my calculation was right, when my father divorced
my mum, she was not even forty yet. Strange things
about being the children, you always think your mum is
old. That was what I felt at that time. I thought my
mum is old. Now, she is still just as old as I always
remember her.
Than recently, I started to think of it. She must be
around thirty-five at that time. I am now thirty-seven
yet felt very young. She must be younger than I am
today. Yet, she had to take care all the six of us.
Nevertheless, the most amazing thing is she never ever
thought of getting married again. I know we will
definitely object to it though.
When I was in primary school, my grand aunty whom we
called Tok Ku always wants to arrange for my mum to
get married. As the result of it, we threatened Tok Ku
with penyapu lidi. Tok Ku disappeared for a while,
only to return few months later with her new husband.
The man whom she wanted to propose to my mum.
After her divorce, my mum moves to a new piece of land
in Paya Rambai, near Kota Bharu. Paya Rambai was at
that time very remote. My mum built a pondok in the
thickness of the secondary jungle. Against my
grandpa's advice, I move to that pondok while all my
siblings are staying with my grandpa. I stayed with my
mum. I was six at that time. My mum taught me how pray
and I prayed real hard for our life to get better. I
still remembered when musim tengkujuh came, because of
the atap is not waterproof, it was leaking everywhere.
Whenever we were having our dinner, our kuah seems to
be flooded with the air hujan. I made a promised to my
mum, I shall never get married because I want to take
care of her till deaths do us apart. I never kept my
promise.
When I was down with Malaria, my mum would walk more
than ten kilometers to the hospital to take care of
me. I promised her, when I grow up, I will be a
trishaw peddler so I will take her anywhere she
wanted. Again, promises are made to be broken.
After my dad left the service, he gives some money to
my mum, which she builds a decent home for us. With
that house, all our siblings reunited again under one
roof. However, the money is not enough. My mum might
not owns a degree in economic but she managed her
economics well. She will invest into barang kemas and
whenever we were in dire needs of money, she will pay
the pajak gadai a visit.
Ustaz Nik Aziz or Ayah Zit as we call him, the now
Menteri Besar of Kelantan is my mum's Pak Sepupu.
Those days, she always paid him a visit. I still
remembered it vividly. My mum will be on the other
side of the white curtain, while I will sit on Ayah
Zit's laps. Only now, I realized the reason for all
those visits. My mum actually asks Ayah Zit to perform
Sholat Hajat and pray for her to forget my Dad. Ayah
Zit's is known as a person with mulut masin which
means God always answer his prayer.
Only now, I realized my mum's sufferings. She could
has opted for another try in marriage which will
solved lots of her problem but she adamant to brought
us up without wanting us to share her with anybody
else.
Despite all her sadness, she still finds some cash to
bring me to watch Menanti Hari Esok, Tiada Esok
Bagimu, Esok Masih Ada and Esok Untuk Siapa at the
cinema.
Despite all her troubles, she still finds plenty of
moments to share my sadness and to give me the
strength whenever I need it.
Despite her lost love, she still managed to advise me
on my very own love of my life.
My mum is a very farsighted person, and I know she
knows that one day, we will all grow up and she will
be left alone. Today is precisely the day. In fact,
for the past ten years, she is living on her own. We
wanted her to stay with us, which we knew she, never
felt comfortable.
Now, she prefers to love us from a distance rather
than having to trouble us with her deteriorating
heath.
My mum is a Superwoman.
She has given a child all the loves he needs from
their parents. She has sacrifice her needs, her future
and above all, her life for our sakes. Well, all mums
are made in heaven, and I am glad to know that one
day, she will returns to Eden where she deserved it
more than anyone I knew.
How can I not love her, but why I felt so embarrass to
show how much I really love her?
How can I not care for her, yet why it is so difficult
for me to prove I really care for her?
How can I not spend time with her, again, why it is
always so hard for me to find the time to spend with
her?
She, The Superwoman, deserved the roses more that any
other woman on the Valentine's Day.
My roses will be for my one and only Superwoman.
I love you mama!
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