Disclaimer : Bak kata Juria Afina: "This is not a revelation, this is just a piece of my brain"
Simply put, dalam setiap penulisan ada FIKSI dan BUKAN FIKSI nya. Kalau terasa, tanggung sendiri :)

#You might find yourself in my writing(s), that's how I acknowledge your presence in my Qalb.

Saturday

Bapak, superhero ♡

        "When we spoke a few weeks ago, I asked you what you thought about your parents. Do you remember?"

        Sort of, I say.

        More laughter.

        "I ask if you felt they were perfect, or if they needed improvement. And do you remember what you said?"

        "You said they weren't perfect, but . . ."

         He nods at me . Go ahead. Speak.

         But they don't need improvement? I say.

        "But they don't need improvement," he says. "This is very insightful. Do you know why?"

         No, I say.

         More laughter.

        "Because it means you are willing to accept people as they are. Nobody's perfect. Not even Mom and Dad. That's okay."

         He smiles and puts two hands on my head. He recites a blessings. "May the Lord cause His countenance to shine upon you . . ."

-Albom, M. (2009), Have A Little Faith, p.52

    _____________________

11 Maret 2016 Masehi, Jumat Kliwon

Bapak, kurang sihat.

Tapi . . .dia tak tunjuk.

Masa aku balik, dia sungguh-sungguh buat muka gembira -bercerita tentang progress assignment dia, tentang kelas, tentang adik-adik, tentang apa sahaja.

Bercerita . . .dengan wajah tersenyum -seolah dia sihat seperti selalunya, langsung tak menunjukkan tanda-tanda dia tidak sihat.

Hanyasanya esok baru aku perasan keadaan dia -waktu aku ke kedai dengan dia.

Bapak mahu membeli sesuatu buat si bongsu. Waktu mencari itu lah, bapak batuk -agak teruk. Dan, hingus dia mula meleleh.

Allah.

Saat itu, baru aku sadar kondisi bapak.

Dan, mata aku mula lah masuk habuk. Sigh.

     'Bapak,  cepat lah sembuh! 

     Jangan lah robek ke-macho-an kakak lagi...

     Susah tahu; nak cover nangis depan bapak.'

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