Dan dia pun manusia jugak

Manusia pada aku, sebusuk2 macam mana pun manusia jugak. Insan jugak. Bernyawa, bernafas elok macam kita jugak. Selagi manusia itu tidak membuat jenayah yang membahayakan dirinya, keluarga dan masyarakat sekeliling, tak kira apa kerja mereka, asalkan halal, mereka berhak dihormati. Penagih dadah yang dah insaf dan pulang ke pangkal jalan pun kita berikan peluang kedua,

Apalah hinanya seorang mak cik cleaner?

Mak cik cleaner kat tempat aku kerja ni dah tua. Around 54 tahun and plus2. Masih bekerja di ofis aku dan juga di sebuah tempat yang lain pada waktu petang. Kurus tapi penuh dengan kudrat. Rutin? cuci 6 bijik toilet, kosongkan berpuluh bakul sampah, mop 3 tingkat lantai ofis yang luasnya boleh tahan, lap berpuluh tingkap, susun kotak2. Dan makan lunch bekal lebihan daripada braekfast dalam bilik sembahyang. Kalau beruntung, boleh la makan berteman dengan budak2 trainees yang bawak bekal jugak. Tapi selalunya berseorangan je. Masuk waktu, sembahyang zohor.

I dont know about you, but me? I cant do it. At that age, I pretty sure I just want to lay back and bersantai with my anak-anak and cucus. But she cant afford it. She needs money. Everybody needs money, but she left only with that choice only. Work as a cleaner.

Yang aku tak paham *dan tahan*, di kalangan staff yang lepasan ijazah dan ada antaranya daripada university luar negara, akal punyela cetek. Humanity tahap negative.

Last month harijadi Kak Mah and few good staffs nak celebrate birthday Kak Mah. So diorang pun belilah kek and buat surprise kat Kak Mah. Love the moment but i couldn't help noticing few people yang pandang sinis2 dan gelak2 sama sendiri kat Kak Mah. Lucu sangat ke surprise party untuk mak cik cleaner? kalau untuk bos mesti korang control gile kan. Smiling so charmingly and couldn't stop wishing happy birthday. You make me wanna puke!

Last two week, a senior auditor tergamak cakap kat Kak Mah something that sound like this:
" Yea la, tapi duduk la jauh sikit. Awak tu kotor. Nanti dengan saya sekali berjangkit". KOtor? berjangkit? where the hell are you from. Mak cik tu bukannya baru keluar tandas. She just walking around. Not even mopping the floor. If so pun, pedulik apa? Badan yang kotor is nothing compared to mulut dan hati kau yang busuk. Unlike kotoran, It cant be washed with some detergent. Shame on you.

This morning, somebody raised her voice at Kak Mah. And Im pretty sure it was for some silly and sicko excuse. One of the toilet dah loose kepala paip. Tandas ni, memang selalu orang keluar masuk. Kot la korang tak tahu macam seorang ttuuuttt.. ni. Ah so, arrogant! Dah kepala paip tu dah loose, ia jadi sengat la..kan?loosee...Kak Mah masuk pantry and she spotted Kak Mah. Dah terus, dengan suara yang maha tinggi.

"Siapa yang buat kepala paip ni senget!! tengok sekarang dah jadi loose dah. Kak Mah tak tengok ke siapa yang buat macam ni?!"


" mana la saya tahu..saya tengah mop lantai kat luar nun"


" Mana boleh tak tahu!! saya tak suka ni paip ni senget macam ni. Ni saya nak marah ni..heeyyy!".

 Wahai mak cik yang tak ada budi bahasa, kepala paip tu memang dah loose 3 bulan lepas, sebelum aku masuk kerja lagi la, mangkuk! I did warn you yang this is silly and sicko rite?

Tak ada kerja ke kak mah tu nak monitor setiap orang yang keluar masuk toilet tu? Baik kau buat katil je terus dalam toilet tu untuk kak mah. Tak pon letak CCTV, biar tak berak kencing sume orang. Kan, dah sayang sangat kat kepala paip tu, peluk cium la..

Aku tak paham betullah manusia nie. Kat dunia ni memang la kau kaya, kau la yang lebih, kau la yang mulia. Kat akhirat nanti kita tengok sapa yang kaya, sapa yang miskin. Sapa yang wangi, sapa yang busuk.

Toilet Guard

"Hoi!! kepala paip tu senget ke dah betul?"

 HA..ada baru la senget dengan kau-kau sekali kan..hahaha

the second half

Suku masa kedua internship..

I am so...

TIRED

tiredness and boredom is just a state of mind

yeah..whatever!

A knight in a shining armor

It is a Monday morning and you are standing at the side of the road the quite road. It is 8.15 am and you are most probably will be late to work.

Few  vehicles come and go but none of them fulfill your requirement. None of these fancy, expensive and imported cars that catch your hearts. All of them are of no meaning unless with a taxi sign stuck at the very top of the car. Yup, you need a taxi. Desperately.

Car 1…………..no

Car 2…………..no

Another one …...no

Argh! For God sake, Please! Only one freaking taxi. Your heart cries*

As you begging God for a taxi, you spot that red vehicle with that familiar taxi sign on top, moving ahead towards your side of road. Your heart smiles. You, smile. You wave your hand up and down through the air. Making sure that the driver spots you. It works! The light signal on the right beaming and the taxi drove fast approaching you. Disturbing some resting pageants on the road. Making them fly away.

 Then, the taxi stop in front of you. You are glad because after all, it is already reaching 8.30 am. Right now with the desperation heavy in your heart and mind, everything seems so surreal.

The red Mercedes taxi look like the most strong and tall white horse. Most proud and pure. With its white tail and hair waving softly on its body and you'd began to wonder how such a blissful creature could exist in this almost forgotten village*, Pulai Chondong.

The load roaring sound of the engine that invades the quietness of the village is nothing more than the sound of that great white horse breathing. It draws attentions of some old folks at the street but that sound is nothing more than a music to your ears.

Everything is so extra ordinary!

You need to talk to your savior. The man that holding the sword*it is actually a cigarette* at the driver seat. Looking at you.Oh, so casually. From your eyes, this man is your knight in a shining armour suit. Your are my angel, may savior and everything in between. 

You open the door slightly and carefully. Afraid you might hurt the white horse and bring anger to the knight. After all, he is your hero.

You mean to speak first.

"Oh, gentleman. You are the most kind to stop your white horse for me to ride."

 But nothing comes out from your mouth.

So, he speak first.

" Nak pergi mano, mek?"

"Kota Bharu" You said and put your right feet into the cab, start to enter it*start climbing the horse*

"Ohh, maaf..maaf..Kota Bharu tak pergi..ingat nak pergi Kok Lanas je.."

You pull back your feet and feel very much annoyed. You slam the door hard*old taxi need to be slammed hard or else it will not close* and hope that the car DID fall apart. You  think back and decide that just now was the most ugly taxi driver and the taxi so ancient that can only survive few trips before joining the Junk Club.

You glanced at your watch.Sigh. Right now, you are most definitely late to work.

You walk weakly back to the sidewalk, waiting again for your next knight in a shining armour. Riding a white horse.

Finally, I rode the white horse!!