Scene I
Atuk baru bangun tido. Tiba - tiba,
"Mana senapang Atuk? Nampak senapang Atuk?"
Dah sudah...apa pulak ni..
"Atuk mana ada senapang," I answered.
"Ada lah. Mana la pegi senapang ni.."
Amad pulang dari sekolah. Serta merta Atuk bertanya,
"Kau nampak senapang Atuk?"
Amad terpinga - pinga then he looked at me. I can only smile.
"Atuk mana ada senapang," jawab Amad.
"Eh. Tak ada eh."
Atuk duduk kembali.
FYI, Atuk is a former policeman.
Scene II
"Atuk, makan malam!" I called him.
"Lapar seharian Atuk tak makan apa-apa. Macam ni lah hari - hari tak cukup makan..blablablabla," Atuk nagged.
"Kan tengahari tadi Atuk ada makan," I couldn't help but to defend myself. I served him lunch, bagi makan ubat, etc.
"Oh yer?" said Atuk.
Cuba bayangkan. You take a great care of someone but they act like you couldn't care less about them. I'm hurt. I know I should not feel this way, since Atuk memang sakit lupa, dementia kot, tapi tak boleh tahan jugak kadang - kadang.
Moral of the story: Jaga kesihatan. Bila - bila nikmat itu boleh ditarik balik. You never know.
3 comments:
ku sangkakn novel..tp kisah benar...hehe..
sila la wat cerpen ye...=P
if its hereditary, then you should imagine yourself in the future.
"Mana ubat nenek? Nampak ubat nenek?"
panda: sudah kurang la minat menulis. huhu.
momoe: haha. i hope its not. tp mude2 ni pon aku dah pelupe, theres high probability its hereditary. heh.
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