Bercinta Lagi 2 ? FINALE pag 98...

midar · Post time 5-3-2010 03:34 PM

520# AnakPakKassim

thn 1991? midar masih kt sekolah rendah lg....

AnakPakKassim · Post time 5-3-2010 03:37 PM

520# AnakPakKassim

thn 1991? midar masih kt sekolah rendah lg....
midar Post at 5-3-2010 15:34

Pap!!! Terasa dah tua.. opps salah... org lama... he..he..he..

Lagu ni memang ada makna tersirat dan tersurat.
Bisa membangkitkan semangat...

detox,
dah lama duk kat sini, bila nak hidang kuih2, teh ke? Milo ada?

AnakPakKassim · Post time 5-3-2010 03:42 PM

Uda,

jom nyanyi..... kita beralih pada genre rock lak...

ifah minat kat Abg Jon... JBJ, jadi?

Shot to the heart
and u're to blame...
U give Luv a bad name!!!!

- Sambung Uda!!!!

uda08_za · Post time 5-3-2010 03:43 PM

Ifah,

1991 tu anak dara Uda yg ko dah jumpa tu umurnya 1 tahun.
Kalau bandingkan umur Uda dan Ifah lglah..... mcm langit ngan bumi.
Lagilah.. orang lama.{:1_151:}

AnakPakKassim · Post time 5-3-2010 03:47 PM

Ifah,

1991 tu anak dara Uda yg ko dah jumpa tu umurnya 1 tahun.
Kalau bandingkan umur Uda dan Ifah lglah..... mcm langit ngan bumi.
Lagilah.. orang lama.{:1_151:}
uda08_za Post at 5-3-2010 15:43

Rasanye tak jauh umur kita Uda... cuma Uda bertuah, rezki Uda, dah ramai anak...
ifah masih ada yg baby... he..he...

Jom Uda,
rock babay!!!! Sambunglah lagu tu... rindu nak gi Karaoke...
nbila nak gather2 lagi?

Sambungan lagu di atas-
"I play my part and U play yr game..
U give luv a bad name!!!!"

AnakPakKassim · Post time 5-3-2010 03:48 PM

detox,

lebih baik ko sambung... kalau tak, meroyan agaknye aku kat sini........

Uda!! Jom nyanyi!!!

misa07 · Post time 5-3-2010 03:49 PM

i mmg tak boleh dgr lagu "Anak Kecil Main Api" ni....laju jer airmata mengalir..dulu2 masa aktif join GPMS (zaman2 aku bergelar pelajar) tiap kali permulaan & akhir perhimpunan mesti nyanyi lagu ni....ya allah sedih sgt

misa07 · Post time 5-3-2010 03:49 PM

bait2 lagu ni mmg menghiris jantung hati....

detox · Post time 5-3-2010 04:03 PM

“Back to the story, my mother at that time who was still studying in the UK came back with me and Papa, they were married during her second year there. She took Aunty Farina back to KL, Aunty Rina health deteriorated to a degree that she was hard to be recognized by anyone. Mama quietly traced Uncle Yusuf and few weeks later they came to contact. Dia di Ipoh, hopelessly still searching for Aunt Rina. They instigate a plan, my parents dapatkan their passport ready for an immediate departure to Indonesia. But kita hanya merancang, as fated Uncle Yusof died in an accident while he was driving back to KL. ”

Aku diam tidak menguit. Air mata macam anak sungai yang terus mengalir sambil tersedu-sedu mendengar cerita Zeti.

“Apa jadi to Mak ?”
“Aunt Rina bawa diri .. nobody knew about her, until five years ago she came back and looked out for my mother. She never get married after that and was involved in humanitarian activities, attached with the UN.”

Aku melepaskan keluh berat.

“Mama came back when and I was six at that time. She was then confronted by Tok Yam, nenek yang kat Penang, told her that you didn’t died during birth tapi raised in Baitul Saadiah. My mom went and want to take you out from there, tapi they gave all sort of reasons and failed every effort attempted. Mama even tried to get help from Tok Syahir, their uncle but he didn’t want to get involved. Mama was very sad and felt hopeless. The only thing she can do was to visit you as frequent as she can, sampailah we have to moved to Miri. We came back to KL when I was 15, I don’t know what happened but she somehow stopped visiting the orphanage.”

Kami diam. Air sejuk kami teguk perlahan. Apa yang baru di sampaikan sukar untuk aku percaya, tapi itulah hakikatnya. Pahit tapi itulah kebenarannya.

“After Aunty Rina came back, she never stop searching for you once dia tahu the true story, tapi perkara sudah terlalu lama sangat it became very complicated. She pleaded me to continue her search and from that moment I never stop searching.”
“Hmmm…now I felt more empty … never felt lonelier than today, there’s a hollow space in my heart I reserved for them, with hope it will one day be filled with a reunion, a happy ending kind of story, hmm…it’s not going to happen Zeti…..” Aku mengeluh perlahan. Kenyataan ini terlalu perit dan sukar untuk aku terima.
“I am here. We are cousins…we have each other now.”

Zeti terus menarik aku, kami berdakapan, menangis lagi dan sama-sama mententeramkan hati yang gundah.

“Ada gambar mereka ?”
“Ada. You looked exactly like her. When we first met I terkejut sangat how you resembled her so much, the way you smile and talk even to the way you walk ! The way you laugh, and snorted kat hujung every laugh to really remind me of Aunty Rina. ”
“Ye ke ?” aku tersenyum, rasa suka terbit di hati aku.
“Ye, i don’t know bout you but Aunt Rina was one lady yang fanatic about getting all in order, kalau dia susun cawan it must be in one particular order, you should see her drawer all were neatly arranged.”

Zeti senyum mengingati semuanya tentang Mak aku. Aku pula tergelak dan menggeleng, akhirnya aku tahu mana aku dapat perangai pelik itu.

“That’s why I asked you, tapi you mengelamun at that time, so Oya told me pasal the orphanage kat Penang.”
“You tanya apa ?”
“I tanya, where you from.”
“Oya jawab Penang, and I dig further, dia dengan senang hati bercerita. Masa tu memang you tengah fikir something else.”

Aku tersenyum, ye memang masa tu aku terfikir apa jadi kalau dia dengan Nadim.

“D nak tengok gambar Mak and Ayah, boleh ?” hati ku rasa damai sikit, bila aku boleh sebut panggilan itu yang selama ini aku panggil di dalam hati saja.

Zeti senyum dan mencapai beg tangan. Dia mengeluarkan dua keping gambar. Satu gambar Ayah dan Mak, satu lagi gambar Mak.

“He’s handsome, and she’s so pretty.”
“Ya, you look very much like her.”
“I think she is prettier.”

Aku lurut gambar mereka dengan jari telunjuk dan senyum tidak henti-henti terukir. Walau hanya gambar sahaja tapi aku rasa sangat bahagia. Pencarian aku selama ini akhirnya bernoktah juga. Kerinduan untuk menatap wajah mereka tersingkap juga. Keresahan yang selalu menganggu aku dan pertanyaan yang sering bergema dalam minda aku kini terjawab sudah.

“Can I keep this ?”

Zeti terus mengangguk, aku perasan dia juga sedang menangis.

“Ni, during Hari Raya one year after Aunty Rina came back.”

Aku tatap lama kedua-dua keping gambar itu. Dalam tangis aku ukir senyum. Zeti menarik aku dan kami berdakapan lama.

“I am so glad finally I found that small girl.”
Aku senyum dan mendakap dia erat-erat.
“So Kakak Zeti or Zeti je ?”
“Hmm…Zeti je lah, karang Nadim have to call me Kakak juga…”

Aku tergelak dan kami terus sambung bercerita, banyak aku nak tahu, dan banyak Zeti hendak beritahu. Bila Zeti terpaksa pulang aku melepaskan dia dengan rasa berat hati sangat.

“Aunty Farina di mana ?”
“She’s here in KL. I plan to take you to see her…”
“Bila ?”
“Anytime…”
“Weekend ?”
“Boleh…” dia senyum dan kami sama-sama menghela nafas.
“I am happy and sad at the same time Zeti.”

Dia merenung aku.

“Esok I cuti, nak ziarah kubur your mother ?”
“Nak....” dan mata aku kembali bergenang-genang.

Aku tidak boleh tidur malam itu, semua cerita tadi berulang semula membuatkan aku senyum, ketawa dan menangis. Nadim telefon sebentar tadi dan aku tidak menceritakan apa-apa, biarlah cerita ini aku hayati sendirian dulu setidak-tidanya untuk malam ni sahaja. Malam itu juga aku menghadiahkan bacaan surah Yassin dan Al-Mulk untuk ibu bapaku, cuma doaku kali ini ada menyebut nama mereka. Juga aku hadiahkan pada Imran. Doaku semoga roh mereka tenang dan damai di sana, di ampunkan segala dosa mereka dan di tempatkan bersama-sama orang yang Dia sayangi, dan moga kubur mereka terang seolah taman-taman syurga.