more than word

Salam alayk.

minggu ke2 setiap bulan mei merupakan hari istimewa buat ibu-ibu sedunia. akan tetapi, jujur saya mengaku yang saya tidak pernah ingat bila hari ibu, atau hari bapa. bukan kerana saya tidak peduli tentang itu semua, tapi saya rasa hanya meningati satu hari istimewa buat mereka, tidak memadai!

they're worth to be remembered in every breath and du'a. terutamanya, ibu(ummi) kita.

a call from mum

(ringtone..) [on screen: mummy~]
(owh, ini lah akibatnya bila dah lame x kol rumah!)

A: Assalammualaikum umi

Ummi: Waalaikumsalam. tgh rehat2 ke?

A: ahaa, lepak2 atas katil.

Ummi: owh, sory kaco..

A: eh, xpe2, ala bkn watpe je... umi sehat?

Ummi: sehat. kau sehat? ummi tgk kat FB semlm ko post ckp xsehat. demam ke?

A: eh, xde la. semlm rase xsedap bdn. biasa la tgh dtg bulan.. bdn rase sengal2..hehe

Ummi: owh, ingtkn demam ke..yela, busy2 wat thesis tu, jgn tensen2 sgt. jaga kesihatan...

A: ok2..angah sehat je ni.. makin byk mkn ade la..haha..setkt ni ok lg.. :)

Ummi: ahaa, jgn lupe minum air byk2...mkn vitamin B, bgs utk tenaga. (promote proviton)

A: woreit2..angah pn rase nk mkn vitamin, perlu booster lbh utk siapkn thesis ni..huu

Ummi: thesis bile kne anta?

A: kurang lg 2 minggu

Ummi: dah siap lum?

A: err.. smpi ke titisan terakhir nnt baru siap..hahahaha

Ummi: hahaha.. erm..ok la, sori kaco ko...

(erk! da nk letak ke?)
A: eh, xkaco la..abah ade?

Ummi: ade, tp skrg tgh solat jumaat la..

A: ooo..meeting kat JB aritu kjp je ek.

Ummi: ahaa, kejap je, tp minggu dpn ade meeting kat melaka plak, 2 hari...ummi ikut..hee..sorg2 kat rumah, tkut lak...

A: haha..

Ummi: umi br lps wat roti ni, tiba2 xde elektrik. mak uda tempah roti utk ikmal. esok nk g lok heng anta kek org tempah,singgah jap uma mak uda. 

A: ooo.. tgk izzat skali la ek.
(cet, tiap2 minggu tgk izzat! jeles2!! huu)

Ummi: dan skrg ni tgh xde elektrik. shot sbb umi br lps tukar plug kat dapur ni. oven ni elektrik kuat kot, die xthn, asyik shot je..nk panggil org betulkn, sume tgh solat jumaat plak..abes roti umi dah bantat..adei...cmnela nk bg kat mak uda ni..

A: owh, yeke..laaa..

Ummi: roti klu lambat msk ke, atau tiba2 mati karen, mmg senang la die bantat...

A: ooo..so, cmne nnt?

Ummi: nth la, bg je la bantat pn. nk wat semula de bhn..dah abes..huuu...

A: hahaha
Ummi: eh, nk dgr cite x... kn umi penah cite psl burung belatok kat blk umah ni kan. burung belatok biasa wane kelabu, paruh merah, tp yg blkg umah kite ni, wane hijau paruh merah..pelik kn? and aritu die patuk2 pokok kat blkg tu, rupenye die wat rumah die..pastu, budak2 jht g jolok2 rumah die sbb nmpk muke die terjongol kat lubang pokok tu..haha..kesian umi tgk burung tu. sampai bunyi errrkkkk (bunyi burung menangis..haha). umi tegur bdk2 tu, jgn jolok lg, sbb klu tangkap pn, diorg nk bg mkn ape..tp biasa la bdk2,lps tegur dtg lg..huu..kesian btul...
A: hahaha..mcm2...

Ummi: ahaa, huuu.. saje cerita utk menghiburkan..haha

A: haha..

Ummi: eh, ko nnt lps abes, nk wat ape?

A: abes study? erm..nth ek..umi nk angah wat ape? hehe.. tnye cm ade program utk angah je..

Ummi: eh, xde la. saje tnye..kot2 ko nk keje cm along ke... bile start cuti?

A: dlm bulan 5 la cmtu...erm..tu la, cm nk wat tuisyen je kat sane..teringin nk mengajar..haha

Ummi: tuisyen? bgs2!! kat cni mmg xde tuisyen pn. baru2 ni je ade dpt cikgu sementara utk ajar dak2 UPSR. kesian org sini, xde nk ajar dak2 nk pekse ni..bgs jgk klu ko wat tuisyen...

A: owh, yeke..haa, ok la tu.. tp angah xingt sgt la silibus sekolah ni..haha..kne study blk ni.. klu nk ajar pn, biologi pass la..fizik cm hancur je..tp klu sekolah rendah best jgk..hee

Ummi: haa, ok la tu...

A: nnt umi tnye2 kn la org sane, mane yg perlu... angah bleh je mne2.. :)

Ummi: ok2, xpe nnt umi tnyekn..ko tu, siapkn thesis dulu!

A: erk? hahaha..baik2

Ummi: ok la eh.. blaja elok2.. jg kesihatan, jgn tensen2 sgt..

A: ok mi, umi pn jg diri k.. krm salam abah

Ummi: ok.. assalammualaikum..

A: waalaikumsalam..

kesimpulan:
SPA: sila jgn hantar sy posting jauh2 ye. sy nk blk rumah, sy nk keje dkt2 ngn rumah..sian ummi tinggal sorg2 skrg.. xde sape nk borak2 ngn umi, nk gaduh2 ngn umi, nk wat kek, roti, biskut ngn umi, nk usha2 haiwan2 pelik blkg umah..
kalo kat cni, xde sape nk tlg kejut subuh pg2, xde sape nk ketuk pintu bilik bile bgn lewat, xde sape nk dpt masak sdp2 cm umi, xde sape nk gelak same2 bila tgk cite korea, xde sape nk jerit2 bile lambat angkat kain dr ampaian.  :'(
ok, sy tangguh kawin lg 5 thun ok.. xcukup lg masa nk bermanja2 dgn umi..

Al-An’am : 151

"...dan berbuat baiklah kepada kedua ibu bapa kamu..." 

my 22nd

salam alayk..

29 nov lepas, pd jam lbh kurang 11.30 tgh mlm , umur sy genap 22 thun. itu bermakna, sy sudah menjangkau ke alam lewat remaja..huu..tp masih belum dewasa..

xsangka ye, lebih 2 dekad dah dilahirkan...lebih 2 dekad jugalah pinjaman roh dan jasad dari Tuhan utk tujuan tertentu di alam nyata ini...tapi, sy masih mencari-cari apa yang boleh di sumbang utk alam sejagat...

ye, masih mencari2..

kehadapan ummi~

http://myazah.blogspot.com/

Salam alayk...
Kehadapan Ummi,
anakmu kini sedang sibuk mengulangkaji pelajaran sempena musim peperiksaan akhir yg telah pn menjelang sejak isnin lepas. tp anak mu tak pernah lupa utk jengah2 blog ummi, yg sekarang ni makin cantik! huu... jeles2...

something that we always miss

salam alayk..

there's one story that i would like to share with all my beloved frens out there..

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you.. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer;she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company..

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy.. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I puther down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everydayworkout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "all my dresses have grown bigger.. "I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind.... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the doo rand I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I ran up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.......I cried and cried uncontrollably and carried her for the last time from the room to the hall with tears streaming down my face and gazing at my only son, his tears rolling from his eyes, they made me cry even more. I had lost my love, my wife and a loving and caring mother and nothing I could do now to put the clock backward.. I had all the time now to look at her motionless body in detail but I knew it was going to be only for a short while until she made her last journey to the Lord.....I held my son and wept again and again thinking of all the things I did not do for her when she was still alive....... ..and placed gently the flowers in her hands with my tears trickling on them.......she was gone forever, all my tears would not bring her back .


The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah.. blah.. blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

To those who are married, .. Not married .. and soon to be married


THE TIME IS ALWAYS RIGHT TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT

Moral of the story is to value all the things we possess, once they are gone we have nothing but regrets!

ps: lately, byk plak entry jiwang2.. heh