We were in Bidor. We were parked at the side of the road. Kamil and his mom were buying pulasan. Me and the kiddies and Kamil’s dad were waiting inside the car.
While waiting I told my children, “I am expecting a karangan of what we do today, as usual. So please tengok keliling and observe the place. You have to learn to make your karangan longer and more interesting…”
“Tengok kat luar tu, what do you see ?”
“A rusty car…” Answered Abang.
“Exactly, so you can put that in your karangan, ‘While waiting for my grandma buy pulasan, we saw a rusty car lying by the road. Hmmm…. I wonder, what had happened to it to be left alone like that, far away from his family …’. Macam tu lah baru orang boleh bangun dari tidoq… Ini tak habis-habis ‘I went to a kenduri. I ate nasi with ayam goreng. And then we went home....’...”
And then, I could hear my FATHER’s voice saying, “Sambil baca pun orang boleh tidur….” while I repeated what he said, and I saw him slumped on his chair, pura-pura tidur, MY karangan paper flapping from the wind in his hand. But I restrained from emulating my father. Malu Pak Mentua aku ada dalam kereta.
Ah yeah, the classic “I am so like my dad/mom” situation where as you speak, you realized how much you sounded like your parents.
When I was small, urrghh….we kids had to the same. Most outings must be paid with a karangan afterwards. I remember going to Kamil’s parents’ 50th birthday party. My baby brother Ijat wrote, “There was cake for Mr. Os (not Os le mangkuk, 50… baca terbalik….) and there was Coke….” or something of that effect. Ijat was like 7. Ha ha…
I so love my daddy and I so wanted to please him so I always tried to impress him. My stories got more elaborate as time went by under his encouragements. And when my siblings started ignoring his orders, I was the only one who remained faithful, obediently submitting my writings.
So that is why, now I know, why I needed to chronicle my weekends. Practise does make perfect and eventhough there was like, I dunno, 15-20 years hiatus (I have only started my blog like 3 years ago), it was just like riding a bike, something that you would always know no matter how long ago you stopped.
And now, I am continuing the tradition.
Errr…. is this good or bad ?