Dasar penakut

2 days ago Abang nak sembahyang Zuhur. Cari Adik, but makcik tu pulak dah tertidur. Penat kan bulan puasa. Anyway, Abang dok terkulat-kulat kat depan aku. Dah penakut, nak naik atas sembahyang siang-siang pun nak kena berteman.

Aku diam aje, didn't even look at him sebab malas nak dengar dia punya alasan. I suppose he could see my stony face and tak berani nak bersuara.

Suddenly, "Moggie ! Moggie !! Mana Moggie ni ?" He shouted. Aku dah start tersengih dah. Buatnya pulak si Moggie ni memang clever sikit. Kalau panggil nama dia memang dia datang punya... if he was of hearing distance lah. So berlari-larilah Moggie datang mengadap tuan dia. Abang scooped him up and took him upstairs with him. Aku dah gelak sakan dah masa tu. Tak ada orang nak teman, kucing pun jadilah.

Teringat terus kat my adik MJ. Sama aje penakut. Pernah sekali dia nak mandi tapi semua orang refused to teman dia. Bosan okay. So after a period of begging his brothers and sisters to teman, and our mom pulak dok memekak about his mandi-less state, I saw him walking past me, Moggie (that would be Moggie the first... after he died, subsequent orange cats are called Moggie too) in hand. I of course followed him. I caught him telling Moggie to say where he was and to not move. And then MJ proceeded to mandi with the door opened wide, darling Moggie obediently didn't move an inch.

HEhehehehhe.... Hailah... penyakit keturunan. Idea bernas turun-temurun.

Tapi kalau difikirkan, MJ ni memang penakut giler. Remember tak dulu Malaysia was plagued dengan urban legend hantu kom-kom ? You know how the hantu will go from house to house bagi salam and then she will leave a baby ka apa ka bila kita jawab.

Anyway, MJ was soooo bloody scared of the possibility of that hantu visiting us. Satu hari while having dinner, we were talking about it lah. Si MJ ni silapnya pi ubah tempat duduk and bertenggek kat our mom whose seat faced our huge french doors. And as per our custom, the doors were wide open to let the cool night air in.

Tiba-tiba, while we were busy talking about the hantu kom-kom, our stories getting wilder and wilder by the minute, we heard ada orang bagi salam from the opened doors. Kita orang yang dah besar-besar ni could recognise MP punya suara and sure enough when we looked, there he was, a furry towel wrapped around his head macam tudung tercegat dekat pintu tu, partly hidden by the drapes.

But... when we looked at MJ, Ya Rabbi, his face was white as sheet. Blood was completely drained from his face and the look of terror was unforgettable.

Hehehehhehe............ He was the only one who didn't get the joke. Nope... actually MP berjaya menakutkan MJ. HAHHAHAHA....

But to be fair, all of us memang penakut. And our dad loved to fuel it rather than try to make us braver.

Our dad is a snacker. Most nights he would look at one of us, his victim of choice, and say, "Bestnya kalau kita makan toast/ice-cream/olet (chocolates)/or whatever that took his fancy."

Sapa-sapa yang termakan dengan pujuk rayu dia kenalah pergi. And dah dasar penakut, fight would ensue first sebab now we have to rope in kawan nak teman.

Most times, mom will say, "Apa yang nak ditakutkan ? Pernah ke orang dalam rumah ni kena cekik dengan hantu ?"

Dah dengar tu, terpaksalah pergi jugak turun bawah sorang-sorang. But then dad would not be dad if he didn't make us cry. Dah sampai bawah aje, the toast maker usually would be grumbling out loud, he would shout, "Eleh nak marah buat apa... suruh lah nenek tua kat bawah tu tolong buat kan !"

Haa !! Meraunglah kita yang sorang-sorang kat bawah tu until my parents would chase another one to go down and teman kan pulak...

Hehehhehe... Problem kan ?