Kah Pah is not my imaginary friend.haha.
She and I went back a longgggggggggg way..before Z was born.We used to teach at Matric in the late 80s (before I left for Liverpool to do my Master's). Between her and me, we have almost 30 years between us.She was trained at Kirby.A beautiful lady who never married (her love story mengalahkan filem Hindi...very sad.I wish I could share all of it but takut kena saman.Haha)
Kak Pah is moving back to JB (her hometown).Yesterday was my goodbye to her.We went out to lunch at the Curve, eating pancakes and lamb chops.She said she didn't know me anymore (punya lama tak jumpa).I said I'm still the same, always in a rush but would still make time for good friends.And we talked of old days.The people we knew, the common interests we had.It's hard saying goodbye to someone you know and one who knows you so well.Kak Pah and I pun kuat bergadoh (marble headed women!)I remember her joining me in London in one of my conference trips.We were discussing a topic.As always, she would (or I would) take a different take.Lepas tu kita 'gaduh'.Haha.But lepas tu baik balik.That's Kak Pah for you.People think she's my mother.
Well, Kak Pah...thank you for your friendship, arguments and debates (semalam I saw a book on Saddam Hussein on her coffee table: the book featured Saddam as a thinker.Mana dia dapat buku tu pun I tak tau.She said she'd had it long before the 1st Gulf War and that she thought highly of Saddam).
As a student of History, her interest in so many things fascinates me.This is one friend who never bores you.
Kak Pah, we will miss you.
But I think we'll make that trip to JB one of these days and say hello again.Take care and God bless.
6 comments:
Kak F,
imaginary friend.
saya selalu dituduh mempunyai sahabat, cerita dan kenangan khayalan. eh, itu ragam penulis kreatifkah?
Mawar:haha..memang penulis terlebih kreatif-nya dan sering high drama.Apakah yang terbaru di sana? Di sini sesal kerana jiran cina depan rumah mati semalam dalam keadaan kami perang dingin kerana berebutkan tempat letak kereta depan rumah saya.Saya sesal sebab dah lama tak senyum dan say hi kat dia.Sapa tahu dia nak mati awal...
Kak F
ya, banyak yang kita rasa sesal dan terkilan dalam hidup. dan seperti selalu orang kata, kita hanya sedari kehadirannya bila dia sudah tiada. saya ambil iktibar...
Mawar: ya..byk kita perlu bersabar dan beringat, kan? Tapi yang lucunya, funeral jiran saya akan berlangsung 3 malam (drum mcm raya cina) dan khemahnya sepanjang jalan.Sekarang dah takda budaya nangis2.Konsepnya tunjukkan kegembiraan. Si mati tak mau kita bersedih, so semalam ramai yang mabuk!Baju aruah harga RM10K (sutera).Saya fikir easily harga funeral semuanya RM50K.
Kak F
semasa kecil saya duduk sekampung dengan orang Cina di Bukit Timah, Singapura dan teringat cerita ini: orang Cina lebih menghargai kematian iaitu sangat "diwar-warkan" (muzik, perarakan) berbanding perkahwinan yang seperti dirahsiakan (sunyi senyap)dan keterbalikan pada orang Melayu. kalau India?
Mawar: tidak tau pulak budaya mati India macamana tapi saya pergi masa uthaya nikah.Meriah juga ceremony nya.
Tapi ceremony mati budaya Cina mahal..bagi yang mampu mungkin but saya teringat membaca satu kisah bagaimana seorang anak yang bekerja sebagai kerani dipaksa ibunya membeli kereta mewah kertas yang harga beribu2 untuk majlis memperingati kematian bapanya.Si anak terpaksa pinjam bank nak beli kereta kertas tu.Saya pikir ini sebab rakan2 cina kita bekerja keras cari wang...tanggungjawab mereka amat besar.
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