Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.
This is the first entry of all and I’m going to elaborate on the topic above. Hehe. That’s funny.
Actually, after all this while, I’m waiting for the best moment to start blogging. Waiting for the best time-topic to write on. And here it is.
Don’t expect me to write in perfect english cause my english already berkarat. Since there’s no English lesson, no English speaking day like in old days in SBP. But, I’ll try my very best tho.
How would I start? (thinking for the sentence)
Yeah!! My mom is going to deliver soon. (thats the title)
You know, after all this while, I thot my mom is not going to deliver any babies anymore after Wawa (my youngest sister) - which is not going to be the youngest anymore soon-
I still remembered, the last time I talked to my mum about her children. I asked her on this very lovely afternoon..
“Mama, lekak tok kitak mok beranak agik kah? Maksud mek lekak wawa la nak.”
And she answered while eating her favourite junkfood, (keropok apaka namanya..tp, ada kat Sarawak nun)
Don’t be surprised, my mum is real cool..Still eating keropok like us. Tak sehatnya keluarga itu. =p
“Kenak? Maok adik gik kah?”, then she laughed.
I continued, ” Sekdalah. Tanyak jak”. Sounds like me. Cakap separuh-separuh.
Then she said, “I think, thats enough. Kepak beranak tok. Kitakorg pun dah besar suma. Wawa ya pun da besar. Lebih gik ya mulut nya”.
Then I smiled.
(dalam hati, kalaula lepas ni mak aku beranak lagi pun x salah. Still muda lagi kot. She’s only 42. This year. Tapi, kalaulah yang lahir tu macam adik-adik laki aku yang nakal tu, xnaklah. That’s what i thot on that very moment)
Then the question diappeared as no one asked about it anymore. Then I went back to Kuching again for the Hari Raya break. And there she is. Looked as cool as before. Nothing’s weird with her dressing. Her face. Her body-to be exact. But, I noticed this bulk on her stomach.
As I have my second thought, thats only ordinary bulk. (macam lemak biasa la kat perut). Unfortunately, I didnt ask her about that. (selalunya, gurau2 jugak ngan my mum).
And there goes the Hari Raya as usual. Skip on that. That was the last time I saw my mum.
Because that was the last time I went back to my hometown. Thats pathetic.
Cuti hujung taun xleh balik sebab FIELDWORK. And unfortunately, the break that left after fieldwork, ciput. So, I decided not to go back – stay with my lovely aunt (Usu Siti) and her only-god-knows-how-cute-they-are children, here in Kota Damansara.
Back to the story. I was only acknowledged on this matter by my mum last few hours. That happened only when she accidently told me bout her condition.
Seriously, before this, no one has ever told me regarding this matter. Not even my handsome+fiercy dad, not even my siblings, and not even my aunties + uncles, definitely not my grandmother (the mastermind of this thingy – dont tell kakji bout this. The time will come and she’ll noticed it all by herself) For ur point of view, everyone in my family, called me kakji. Dont try to call me that if ure not Abang Noh’s family.—n Abang Noh’s is quite handsome too.=)
OMG. Does she expect me to know this when the baby is already born. Luckily, I have quite caring aunty that texted me by accident, (Azi, is that true ur mum is going to deliver soon?)
Ya Allah. The moment I read that, I felt something wrong. Why me, the eldest child, didnt know anything about this? Or this is just a rumour. I started to think.
From that, I have the inertia to ask my mum. But that is only after she called me.(Im still busy thinking whether the news is true or not)
And DANGGG, she claimed that the news is true. She told me everything bout it-with the help of cutie wawa.
I felt like crying because I only knew bout this just now. Can you imagine that? You know when my mum is going to deliver? 13 February 2009. Thats her due. Doesnt make sense. That makes her pregnancy aged almost 9 months. N even dah nak cukup bulan dah.
Astaghfirullahul’azim. This will happened if you dont dare to ask your family, how are they doing, is there anything wrong with the family for real. To be exact, have conversation with them. I mean quality conversation. I blamed myself cause I happened not to be the old azie.(salu je kol mama, borak2, gossip2)
Anyhow, I’m sorry mum. For neglecting you for quite a while. Dont even bother to call you on your birthday–cause Im busy with my fieldwork, 10th December.
Actually I tried to call you, but ure not there. Maybe she is busy with other agenda on that day. But still, I am sorry.
I pray to Allah that he’s going to give you a perfect little baby-a cute one, n jadi anak yang soleh/solehah of course.
And the delivery process will be as smooth as possible. Amin. And from now on, as I already know about this matter, I’ll pray to Allah on my prayer, Subuh , Zuhur, Asar, Magrib and Isyak, u will be saved.
If you asked me, if I prefer a baby girl or a baby boy, I would like to have a baby girl. That’ll definitely complete my family. As there are 3 boys and two girls including me. And if the baby happened to be a girl, it’ll perfectly suit my family. Dont you think so?
And I started to wonder, the baby must be cute. And of course cuter than me. I still remembered the old sayings.
(Kalau dalam adik beradik tu, the youngest one will be the most beautiful of all, mengalahkan kakak-kakak and abang-abangnya)
I’m terrified by that. Joking! I wish that one is true and I wondered how she look like…Just wait and see. 13 February, it’ll be revealed. Or maybe earlier than that since my mum usually deliver earlier than the date predicted by the doc in charge.
Below is the pic of my beautiful mum, Maimunah bt Sapari with not so gorgeous me, Dayang Azieafeeza. Do we look alike? You have to agree with that. =)
- one of those days in Kuching
Mum, I’d like to show my appreciation to you but I just dont know how. Well, all I can say is a big thanks to you for being a good mom to me. For being there the moment I need you and for looking after me in my old days–zaman skolah and sewaktu dengannya.
Now that I’m 21 years old, and I’m able to look after myself/grown up already, doesnt mean that I dont need you anymore. I do need you and still need you as long as I’m still breathing, as long as I still exist in this world. Hunger for your love and touch.
” Ya Allah Ya tuhanku, kau berilah perlindungan kepada ibuku serta bayi dalam kandungannya, lancarkanlah proses kehamilan serta kelahirannya nanti. Dan jadikanlah bayi itu, insan yang berguna untuk masyarakat, agama dan negara, juga insan yang tidak berpaling dari agamamu, dan yang mendokong syariahmu. Amin yarabbal ‘alamin…
Till we meet again in the next post. Maybe with the pic of the new born baby, InsyaAllah. Assalamualaikum.
