' Menyesal tak pergi toilet tadi...' Ayu memegang perut sambil berpusing ke arah dinding.
Katil Ayu berada di hujung dorm, katil terakhir. Selepas prep tadi, dia makan kacang gajus di depan pintu bersama rakan-rakan. Asyik betul rasanya berbual sambil mengunyah gajus hingga Ayu terlupa dia memang tidak boleh makan gajus terlalu banyak.
Maka terbaringlah Ayu di atas katil, menahan kepedihan. Separuh daripada dirinya mahu bangun tetapi separuh lagi terasa malas. Bukan hanya malas, takut pun ada juga.
Perut Ayu semakin sakit.
' Siapa suruh minum susu pulak tadi...', Ayu separuh merintih.
Teringat Ayu akan perbualan yang didengar tempoh hari.
' Ada..benda tu suka mengira bila kita masuk tandas,' seorang pelakar bercerita. Waktu itu, mereka semua sedang di dewan makan, beratur menanti giliran masing-masing.
' Mengira?' teman pelajar tersebut tertawa. Agak kuat. ' Dia suka matematik ke?' Pelajar tersebut masih tertawa.
' Eh jangan gelak ye? Kena dekat kau nanti...' giliran Ayu sudah sampai waktu itu.
Dan semestinya kenangan-kenangan yang tidak begitu menggembirakan akan diimbas semula sekarang, pada waktu semua orang di dalam dormitorinya sudah tidur.
Ayu memandang ke arah katil Ifa, satu-satunya pelajar Tingkatan 1 di dalam dormitori yang sepatutnya dikhaskan untuk pelajar Tingkatan 4. Entah ilmu apalah yang dipakai oleh Ifa hingga dia berjaya menyertai dormitori sama dengan Ayu, di tingkat 2. Namun, bukan itu yang menjadi isu penting di sini.
Seketika itu pula, Ayu teringat bahawa Ifa tiada di sekolah pada minggu ini. Keluarga Ifa baru sahaja menjemput gadis kecil itu pulang ke rumah. Selalunya, Ifa yang menemankan Ayu untuk ke tandas selepas tengah malam. Ayu juga akan melakukan perkara yang sama.
Siapa pula yang mahu menemankan Ayu malam ini?
Tidak tahan lagi, Ayu duduk di tepi katil dan cuba mengejutkan Pa'e di sebelah.
' Pa'e!' Ayu cuba mengejutkan temannya itu walaupun Ayu sedar, kebarangkalian untuk Pa'e bangun adalah sangat tipis. Memang umum mengetahui bahawa Pa'e memang liat untuk dikejutkan. Ini termasuk bangun pagi.
Tidak tahan lagi, Ayu terpaksa ke tandas seharian, hampir berlari. Ini situasi kecemasan.
' Lantaklah...'
Ayu sampai ke tandas dengan selamat. Tiada apa yang terlepas atau terjatuh, termasuk Ayu sendiri.
Malangnya...ianya tidak semudah mana. Ayu tahu, ini memerlukan sedikit masa.
Sedang Ayu sibuk, terdengar bunyi pintu tandas terbuka. Ayu biarkan sahaja, yang penting adalah urusannya akan selesai.
' Satu ... dua ...he heee!'
Ayu terdiam. Ini sekolah menengah. Kenapa suara yang didengari adalah suara kanak-kanak lelaki?
' Satu...,' suara budak lelaki kedengaran lagi, disertai dengan bunyi pintu ditolak.
' Dua..he heee,' Ayu semakin berpeluh. Inikah cerita tentang 'benda' yang diceritakan oleh pelajar-pelajar tempohari?
' Tiga...,' sebuah lagi pintu ditolak. Ayu berada di tandas keempat.
Suara budak lelaki ketawa bergema. Mungkin ia kedengaran comel tetapi tidak pada waktu sekarang, jam 2 pagi dan di asrama perempuan.
' Empat...he heee,' Ayu menanti untuk pintu tandasnya ditolak. Dbar jantung Ayu semakin kuat.
Namun, pintu tandas tidak ditolak. Sebaliknya, Ayu terdengar bunyi air menitik.
Ayu semakin berdebar. Naluri ingin tahu Ayu mengatasi segalanya. Daripada tidak mahu memandang ke arah pintu, mata Ayu kini terpaku ke arah pintu.
Perlahan-lahan, kelihatan sepasang kasut di depan tandas Ayu. Kasut tersebut basah dengan darah di tepi bahagian kasut tersebut.
Darah?
Dan suara yang tadinya tertawa bertukar menjadi sedih dan kemudian tersenar tangisan.
Ayu? Ayu juga hampir menangis.
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Cerita Seram: Siapa di Dalam Tandas?
Ini cuma cerita klise. Cerita klise Sheila yang terpaksa kerja malam untuk menghabiskan baki kerja yang tidak dapat disiapkan siang tadi.
Apalah yang mampu dikatakan.
Tangan Sheila mencapai telefon bimbit yang diletakkan di sebelah buku nota di atas meja. Buku nota itu pemberian Zulhilmi, kekasih hatinya. Kekasih hatinya dikenali dari waktu belajar lagi. Sheila hanya menunggu masa. Kalau Zulhilmi masih belum mahu meminangnya, dia nekad untuk menyambut pinangan Encik Azmi, duda anak tiga, disyaki memakai gigi palsu.
Namun, ini bukan cerita tentang semua itu. Ini cerita Sheila yang sakit perut pada jam 2.30 pagi di pejabat (berdasarkan pada jam yang sempat dilihat oleh Sheila sebelum beliau berjalan ke arah tandas sambil memegang perut.
' Adui...' Sheila mengaduh sambil berjalan melepasi bilik rehat. Zairi, rakannya berada di bilik tersebut sambil membelek majalah. Mengular!
' Perut secondhand betul kau ni Sheila. Baru kari nasi kandar,' Zairi menegur dengan yakin. Zairi bukannya ahli nujum, apatah lagi seorang bomoh sehingga tahu ke mana Sheila ingin pergi. Beliau cuma meneka berdasarkan bahasa tubuh badan Sheila yang sedang membongkok, tangan di perut, dan muka berkerut.
Sheila hanya mengacu jari tengah ke arah Zairi. Pantas sahaja Zairi menjengukkan kepala keluar dari bilik rehat untuk mentertawakan Sheila.
Beliau tersilap langkah. Sheila baru sahaja melepaskan sisa angin di dalam badan beserta bau yang sedikit puaka. Zairi hampir rebah ke bumi.
Dalam kesakitan, Sheila sempat menoleh untuk mentertawakan Zairi tetapi sedikit sahaja. Beliau tidak mahu mengambil risiko melepaskan pepejal pula.
Sampai sahaja di tandas, Sheila tekan suis lampu dgn tergopoh-gapah. Entah siapalah yang begitu cintakan alam sehingga di tutup semua lampu tandas di tingkat ini. Masih dengan kepayahan, Sheila melangkah ke arah kubikel tengah, tandas kegemarannya. Bukanlah itu bermaksud ada bau istimewa di tandas itu hingga menjadi kegemaran Sheila. Beliau cuma lebih suka untuk ke kubikel yang tengah jika ada tiga kubikel di dalam satu tandas.
Sudah sampai destinasi. Sheila lega. Satu, kerana, ya..sudah sampai destinasi. Dua, kerana tiada siapa di kiri kanannya. Beliau bebas untuk berbuat sesuka perutnya.
Namun, Sheila terlupa bahawa sememangnya tandas di tingkat ini dielakkan oleh hampir semua orang selepas jam 12 tengah malam. Sheila juga terlupa yang semua pekerja wanita sudah diingatkan untuk mengajak teman ke tandas ini kalau terpaksa juga melawatnya selepas jam 12 tengah malam.
Sheila betul-betul terlupa sehinggalah beliau terdengar suara wanita sedang tertawa kecil, seperti ditahan-tahan. Itupun, dia tidak akan perasan tentang suara itu jika tidak disebabkan bau bunga melur yang menerpa (Sheila pasti ini bukan baru haruman di pejabat). Dan Sheila seperti ingin pengsan bila melihat jari-jemari menggenggam bahagian bawah pintu kubikel. Kuku hitam legam seperti dicat pewarna hitam. Cebisan daging pula jatuh ke lantai dengan bau bunga bertukar busuk.
' Heee...heee..'
Sekali lagi, Sheila terlupa bila dia pengsan. Dia juga tidak ingat samada dia sudah membersihkan diri atau belum.
Apalah yang mampu dikatakan.
Tangan Sheila mencapai telefon bimbit yang diletakkan di sebelah buku nota di atas meja. Buku nota itu pemberian Zulhilmi, kekasih hatinya. Kekasih hatinya dikenali dari waktu belajar lagi. Sheila hanya menunggu masa. Kalau Zulhilmi masih belum mahu meminangnya, dia nekad untuk menyambut pinangan Encik Azmi, duda anak tiga, disyaki memakai gigi palsu.
Namun, ini bukan cerita tentang semua itu. Ini cerita Sheila yang sakit perut pada jam 2.30 pagi di pejabat (berdasarkan pada jam yang sempat dilihat oleh Sheila sebelum beliau berjalan ke arah tandas sambil memegang perut.
' Adui...' Sheila mengaduh sambil berjalan melepasi bilik rehat. Zairi, rakannya berada di bilik tersebut sambil membelek majalah. Mengular!
' Perut secondhand betul kau ni Sheila. Baru kari nasi kandar,' Zairi menegur dengan yakin. Zairi bukannya ahli nujum, apatah lagi seorang bomoh sehingga tahu ke mana Sheila ingin pergi. Beliau cuma meneka berdasarkan bahasa tubuh badan Sheila yang sedang membongkok, tangan di perut, dan muka berkerut.
Sheila hanya mengacu jari tengah ke arah Zairi. Pantas sahaja Zairi menjengukkan kepala keluar dari bilik rehat untuk mentertawakan Sheila.
Beliau tersilap langkah. Sheila baru sahaja melepaskan sisa angin di dalam badan beserta bau yang sedikit puaka. Zairi hampir rebah ke bumi.
Dalam kesakitan, Sheila sempat menoleh untuk mentertawakan Zairi tetapi sedikit sahaja. Beliau tidak mahu mengambil risiko melepaskan pepejal pula.
Sampai sahaja di tandas, Sheila tekan suis lampu dgn tergopoh-gapah. Entah siapalah yang begitu cintakan alam sehingga di tutup semua lampu tandas di tingkat ini. Masih dengan kepayahan, Sheila melangkah ke arah kubikel tengah, tandas kegemarannya. Bukanlah itu bermaksud ada bau istimewa di tandas itu hingga menjadi kegemaran Sheila. Beliau cuma lebih suka untuk ke kubikel yang tengah jika ada tiga kubikel di dalam satu tandas.
Sudah sampai destinasi. Sheila lega. Satu, kerana, ya..sudah sampai destinasi. Dua, kerana tiada siapa di kiri kanannya. Beliau bebas untuk berbuat sesuka perutnya.
Namun, Sheila terlupa bahawa sememangnya tandas di tingkat ini dielakkan oleh hampir semua orang selepas jam 12 tengah malam. Sheila juga terlupa yang semua pekerja wanita sudah diingatkan untuk mengajak teman ke tandas ini kalau terpaksa juga melawatnya selepas jam 12 tengah malam.
Sheila betul-betul terlupa sehinggalah beliau terdengar suara wanita sedang tertawa kecil, seperti ditahan-tahan. Itupun, dia tidak akan perasan tentang suara itu jika tidak disebabkan bau bunga melur yang menerpa (Sheila pasti ini bukan baru haruman di pejabat). Dan Sheila seperti ingin pengsan bila melihat jari-jemari menggenggam bahagian bawah pintu kubikel. Kuku hitam legam seperti dicat pewarna hitam. Cebisan daging pula jatuh ke lantai dengan bau bunga bertukar busuk.
' Heee...heee..'
Sekali lagi, Sheila terlupa bila dia pengsan. Dia juga tidak ingat samada dia sudah membersihkan diri atau belum.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
If it was not for the trolley...
Two hands reached for the same bowl. Immediately, the surrounding air became tense.
' So, even now you want to snatch it from my hands?' Someone said through clenched teeth. Every body at the table groaned. ' What? he started it first.
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It all started one Sunday morning. Sha, pushing a trolley purposely in the hypermarket. It was her baking day. She always baked on Sundays. Today, she needed to see what other mold available, just to add more variety to her cookies.
At the same time, Am was walking in the hypermarket. His mother sent him out for errand for the dessert that his girlfriend will be making later. He has just dated Ana, who is coincidentally a daughter of his mother's friend.
Am had spread, butter, and yogurt in his arms. It was then when he saw an empty trolley sitting in the middle of the lane, very close to the Baking Supply section. With a glee, he put everything into the trolley after looking around (half-heartedly) for the owner of the trolley. He turned around the trolley, this time hunting for a huge tin of Milo.
Sha, in the meantime, was lost in her search for the perfect mold. Of course, she will get distracted by all the other beautiful bowls. She was just looking at the bowls for less than two minutes when she turned to the left at her trolley (she was too lazy to push it into the a smaller path) and realized it was empty. Carefully, she put the bowl in its shelf and ran towards the lane where she believed she put the trolley.
'Hey!' she shouted after a guy in a black shirt. The guy did not even bother to turn back. ' Excuse me,' Sha jogged a little and tap a finger on the guy's shoulder.
This time, Am turned around with a start. ' Yes?'
' That's my trolley,' Sha said in a stern voice.
' Excuse me?' Am asked, a smiled forming on his lips. Really? This girl is claiming she owns this trolley?
' Yes, mine. You stole it from where I left it.' Now Sha has assumed the position of a kid demanding for her toy back.
Am let out a laugh. ' Sorry, babe. It was there with no one there. And I see no name here,' Am pretended to look for a name on the trolley's handle.
' Wait! Hey!' Sha tried to run after Am but they ended up chasing each other in the hypermarket. They only stopped when Am nearly ran into a little kid. He took the chance to run to the counter and paid for the things.
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' It wasn't as if you had to pay for the trolley,' Sha explained hotly to her friend over chai. Farid laughed.
' Seriously. You have the silliest drama sometimes.'
And that tea with Farid changed everything. It so happened that Am was Farid's unit trust agent and it both Am and Sha nearly toppled the table if it was not Farid who stopped them.
' Children! Behave yourself!'
Sha ended up seeing Farid for a bit. For some reason, Farid thought it was funny to bring Am along sometimes when he was having drinks with Sha. It happened that Am was also dating Farid's old schoolmate.
Fate interfered. In the midst of their quarrel (over the trolley issue which Am has not apologized for), Farid and Syikin sneakily left the restaurant on one double date night. They had enough of both Am and Sha and decided to have a drink somewhere. A drink turned into a date. Then, another date, movie date and soon, they are an item.
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' Idiot,' Am said to particularly no one although Sha was also sitting on the ground with him, staring at the people playing kites in FRIM.
' Hey!..' Sha started.
' Not you. Me. They fell in love instead,' Am looked ahead. They just came back from a lunch at Am's house. It was weird that some time later, Am missing Sha after Syikin left. Especially after #SyikinxFarid event.
' You could have just said sorry,' Sha shrugged.
Their partners became partners and they are still arguing about that troley.
' So, even now you want to snatch it from my hands?' Someone said through clenched teeth. Every body at the table groaned. ' What? he started it first.
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It all started one Sunday morning. Sha, pushing a trolley purposely in the hypermarket. It was her baking day. She always baked on Sundays. Today, she needed to see what other mold available, just to add more variety to her cookies.
At the same time, Am was walking in the hypermarket. His mother sent him out for errand for the dessert that his girlfriend will be making later. He has just dated Ana, who is coincidentally a daughter of his mother's friend.
Am had spread, butter, and yogurt in his arms. It was then when he saw an empty trolley sitting in the middle of the lane, very close to the Baking Supply section. With a glee, he put everything into the trolley after looking around (half-heartedly) for the owner of the trolley. He turned around the trolley, this time hunting for a huge tin of Milo.
Sha, in the meantime, was lost in her search for the perfect mold. Of course, she will get distracted by all the other beautiful bowls. She was just looking at the bowls for less than two minutes when she turned to the left at her trolley (she was too lazy to push it into the a smaller path) and realized it was empty. Carefully, she put the bowl in its shelf and ran towards the lane where she believed she put the trolley.
'Hey!' she shouted after a guy in a black shirt. The guy did not even bother to turn back. ' Excuse me,' Sha jogged a little and tap a finger on the guy's shoulder.
This time, Am turned around with a start. ' Yes?'
' That's my trolley,' Sha said in a stern voice.
' Excuse me?' Am asked, a smiled forming on his lips. Really? This girl is claiming she owns this trolley?
' Yes, mine. You stole it from where I left it.' Now Sha has assumed the position of a kid demanding for her toy back.
Am let out a laugh. ' Sorry, babe. It was there with no one there. And I see no name here,' Am pretended to look for a name on the trolley's handle.
' Wait! Hey!' Sha tried to run after Am but they ended up chasing each other in the hypermarket. They only stopped when Am nearly ran into a little kid. He took the chance to run to the counter and paid for the things.
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' It wasn't as if you had to pay for the trolley,' Sha explained hotly to her friend over chai. Farid laughed.
' Seriously. You have the silliest drama sometimes.'
And that tea with Farid changed everything. It so happened that Am was Farid's unit trust agent and it both Am and Sha nearly toppled the table if it was not Farid who stopped them.
' Children! Behave yourself!'
Sha ended up seeing Farid for a bit. For some reason, Farid thought it was funny to bring Am along sometimes when he was having drinks with Sha. It happened that Am was also dating Farid's old schoolmate.
Fate interfered. In the midst of their quarrel (over the trolley issue which Am has not apologized for), Farid and Syikin sneakily left the restaurant on one double date night. They had enough of both Am and Sha and decided to have a drink somewhere. A drink turned into a date. Then, another date, movie date and soon, they are an item.
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' Idiot,' Am said to particularly no one although Sha was also sitting on the ground with him, staring at the people playing kites in FRIM.
' Hey!..' Sha started.
' Not you. Me. They fell in love instead,' Am looked ahead. They just came back from a lunch at Am's house. It was weird that some time later, Am missing Sha after Syikin left. Especially after #SyikinxFarid event.
' You could have just said sorry,' Sha shrugged.
Their partners became partners and they are still arguing about that troley.
Friday, August 11, 2017
Backing up the siblings
We tend to pick up fights with siblings. Well, we do it all the time throughout our lives. Whether it is big or small, yes, we still do it.
We quarrel with our siblings over the smallest of things. Do you remember being bothered by your siblings' breathing? Yes, that can be another reason for fighting. A good friend of mine has four sisters and contrary to popular beliefs, their fights are not over dolls or makeups. And their style of fighting might be on par when boys fight. Listening to her stories when she was little sometimes do make my hair stand.
But that was just it. Even when we fight with our siblings, we still will back them up when things happen, when there are quarrels be it at school or with the neighbors. This is considered normal. After all, who does not back up their own siblings?
Although this is a bit overdue, but it is worth taking into account for especially in the famous case in Malaysia right now, Afifah Nasir-Aliff Aziz. Of course Anzalna will jump in, the story involves her sister. It is just logical that she will back her up.
Check and look at the news, there is a pattern.
We quarrel with our siblings over the smallest of things. Do you remember being bothered by your siblings' breathing? Yes, that can be another reason for fighting. A good friend of mine has four sisters and contrary to popular beliefs, their fights are not over dolls or makeups. And their style of fighting might be on par when boys fight. Listening to her stories when she was little sometimes do make my hair stand.
But that was just it. Even when we fight with our siblings, we still will back them up when things happen, when there are quarrels be it at school or with the neighbors. This is considered normal. After all, who does not back up their own siblings?
Although this is a bit overdue, but it is worth taking into account for especially in the famous case in Malaysia right now, Afifah Nasir-Aliff Aziz. Of course Anzalna will jump in, the story involves her sister. It is just logical that she will back her up.
Check and look at the news, there is a pattern.
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Being vulnerable
Perhaps, one of the biggest weakness of being a human is the tendency to be vulnerable, finding an emotional safehouse.
i guess you're lucky if you found one.
thank you :)
i guess you're lucky if you found one.
thank you :)
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Too Many for the Lonely Hearts
too many love songs for too many broken hearts...
too many love quotes
too many love songs
too many uplifting lovey-dovey pictures.
too many lonely hearts for the around the world.
those sweet little nothings,
are you sure they can put all the pieces back together for the heart to be full again?
too many love quotes
too many love songs
too many uplifting lovey-dovey pictures.
too many lonely hearts for the around the world.
those sweet little nothings,
are you sure they can put all the pieces back together for the heart to be full again?
Friday, May 12, 2017
On the subject of new clothes
As much as I can, I try to not shop too much. of course, as the fairer gender, I have the tendency to be looking around for clothes but looking at the prices may inevitably cause aneurysm. so as much as i can, I try to limit clothing purchase as much as I can.
but not this time. It is the middle of the month but I happened to chance upon a cheap and nice kimono like wrap top from the Hana Tajima collection in Uniqlo. It is on discount.
Well, I was in KLCC yesterday for a window shopping session with a friend but decided to give the top a pass. I can vision that I will be using the top for a lot of thing but still I think I'll have to wait for the end of the month to make a purchase. nothing important, just trying to keep to my weekly budget.
I thought I had the strength and patience but apparently I'm not that strong. I was nearly up all night thinking about the particular top. Naturally, I woke up with the particular top in mind.
You see, the size that I may want is in KLCC but KLCC is quite a distance compared to another mall. And smack at 10am, I'm already out of the house for the top. Yes, the hunt for the top. I can't believe I did that.
I gulped down drink and just shoot out of the house, I really do not want to miss the opportunity. The top look really nice and costs just RM 39.90, down from...not sure the price but whatever, I know it will cost much more originally. It was...like I suspected, the last pair. It was in XL but still, it can look good if I opt for the kimono look. Yes, I did circle the whole rack to ensure that it was the last pair in the particular branch. I can..of course head up to KLCC but what if...what if on the way there, the last top in the other branch is taken up? But this one is in XL, M might be suited for me. But that'one will just fit, this can be a slightly longer kebaya. Or attempt to.
To the changing room we go then. I have been holding the top for quite sometime. But I have to get it anyways.
Wait. I have to do something. So here's the end. I got the top and two shawls because maybe i can wear it with a pink skirt or another green skirt.
Tata.
but not this time. It is the middle of the month but I happened to chance upon a cheap and nice kimono like wrap top from the Hana Tajima collection in Uniqlo. It is on discount.
Well, I was in KLCC yesterday for a window shopping session with a friend but decided to give the top a pass. I can vision that I will be using the top for a lot of thing but still I think I'll have to wait for the end of the month to make a purchase. nothing important, just trying to keep to my weekly budget.
I thought I had the strength and patience but apparently I'm not that strong. I was nearly up all night thinking about the particular top. Naturally, I woke up with the particular top in mind.
You see, the size that I may want is in KLCC but KLCC is quite a distance compared to another mall. And smack at 10am, I'm already out of the house for the top. Yes, the hunt for the top. I can't believe I did that.
I gulped down drink and just shoot out of the house, I really do not want to miss the opportunity. The top look really nice and costs just RM 39.90, down from...not sure the price but whatever, I know it will cost much more originally. It was...like I suspected, the last pair. It was in XL but still, it can look good if I opt for the kimono look. Yes, I did circle the whole rack to ensure that it was the last pair in the particular branch. I can..of course head up to KLCC but what if...what if on the way there, the last top in the other branch is taken up? But this one is in XL, M might be suited for me. But that'one will just fit, this can be a slightly longer kebaya. Or attempt to.
To the changing room we go then. I have been holding the top for quite sometime. But I have to get it anyways.
Wait. I have to do something. So here's the end. I got the top and two shawls because maybe i can wear it with a pink skirt or another green skirt.
Tata.
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