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Thursday, September 20, 2007

The Another Tale

Lama aku tak menulis blog ni. Cerita kat atas ni pun aku tak sempat nak habiskan. Dan banyak yang berlaku dalam tempoh sebulan aku tak mendekatkan diri dengan internet. Jadi, aku pendekkan cerita dari hari ketibaan aku ke KL malam tu.

Aku sampai di KL pukul 6.30, termasuk rehat, dan sarapan kat restoran jejantas Sungai Buloh. Ye, plan memang nak ke KL, tapi tiba2 rasa rindu pada kampong halaman, aku dan An meneruskan perjalanan ke Batu Pahat. Zatil? Dia pun follow, tapi oleh kerana dia duduk kat Mersing, so dia amik jalan keluar kat Tangkak. Aku dengan Raihan keluar ikut Air Hitam. Sebab? Ada pasar malam kat Maktab.

So aku pon lepak la kat pasar malam, dan An terus balik rumah. Lepak pun sebab gerai tu gerai abang Lala, so aku tolong2 jek. Kadang aku dapat upah rm10 ke apa. Lepas jugak duit rokok. Abang dia memang sempoi! Thanks abg jan! eh, abg ali jugak!

Ramai jugak yang memuji kelawaan moto aku. Maklumlah, moto baru keluar, kena pulak limited edition yang takde jual kat Malaysia. Ramai orang yang kata aku sengal beli motor yang baru keluar macam tu. SParepart susah. Nak overhaul mahal. Aku pun tau. AKu mekanik bai… Tapi aku pakai motor ni buat belajar. Zaman rempit aku dah tamat. Biarlah penjualan EX-5 aku menjadi sempadan antara aku dengan rempit.

Aku duduk kat Batu Pahat sampai hari Ahad. Sibuk jumpa kawan-kawan. Lala ajak aku pegi tengok Rush Hour 3 pun tak sempat aku nak ikutkan. Kawan-kawan tengah cuti, so aku amik peluang ni untuk jamming, dan berjalan-jalan. Tapi ke mana pun, aku bawak Lala jugak. Selalu kena bising dengan mak dia tak elok kalau keluar selalu sangat, bawak perempuan naik motor. So kadang-kadang tu terpaksa la aku bawak kereta arwah atuk kat rumah tu. Kadang-kadang van ayah. Hahahaha~

Sabtu tu An nak pinjam motor aku balik KL, so kitorang tukar pakai motor, since aku pun nak ke KL esok harinya. Apa la sangat tukar pakai sehari. Boleh jugak try pakai motor besar sikit sehari. Ahad tu aku pulak gerak ke KL dengan Rahimi (lagi sorang member baik aku, teman seperjuangan zaman STPM). Sampai kat KL, aku terus gerak hantar dia ke UiTM Shah Alam. Untuk hari tu, aku rehat kat rumah sewa An zaman kolej dulu, kat Gombak. Taman Batu Muda kalau tak silap. Sebab budak-budak rumah dia kaki jamming, malam tu kitorang sempat la jamming. Aku ingat lagi lagu yang aku main, sebab itulah kali terakhir aku rasa aku boleh jejakkan kaki kat studio jamming…

a. Muse – Time is Running Out

b. Muse – Starlight

c. ACAB – Where have all the Bootboys gone.

d. ACAB – Street of Uptown

e. Greenday – Wake Me Up When September Ends

f. Greenday – Boulevard of Broken Dreams

g. MCR – I don’t love you

h. MCR – I’m not okay

Tido pukul 7 pagi, so aku bangun dalam pukul 3. Sedar diri dah lambat sebab nak balik Perlis jap jumpa ibu dengan yang (adik aku no 3), dengan pantas aku pegi mandi dan siap-siap. Dah start motor tu, glove aku pulak hilang. Entah mana la. Jadi aku teruskan jugak perjalanan ke Perlis. Aku bawak selaju mungkin. Dalam perjalanan, ada beberapa orang mamat naik LC follow aku, aku layankan je sampai diorang tak boleh kejar. Come on, injection beb. Nak kejar dengan LC korang, tak payah la…

Sampai kat Penang dah maghrib. Lepas Juru, aku isi minyak jap kat Shell tepi jalan.

“Bang…”

Aku tengah isi minyak. Mamat ni dating dari mana pun aku tak tau. Aku tengok je dia dengan muka pelik.

“Saya ni nak balik Penang bang. Nak isi minyak, tapi saya tak jumpa beg duit saya. Bole mintak 5 ringgit tak bang. Nak bayar saya boleh bayar double. Saya masukkan dalam akaun bank abang. Terdesak ni bang…”

“Ko maen ganja pe bai?” Aku tanya, saje nak puaskan ati.

“Sumpah tak bang. Isi minyak je. Kalau tak pecaya, abang bayarkan, saya isi minyak. Abang nak balik mana ni?”

“Perlis. Nape?”

“Hah, kalau abang nak saya bayar on the spot, kita singgah rumah saya jap. Rumah saya kat seberang perai bang, tak jauh je lagi.”

Aku tengok motor dia, Honda EX-5, tengah parking betul2 sebelah pam. Ada beg besar-besar. Mamat ni legit kot. Tak macam tipu. Aku pun hulur la rm5. Aku cakap tak payah bayar balik, tapi aku cakap jugak, “lain kali kalau ada orang mintak tolong camne ko mintak tolong kat aku, tolong la. Mungkin dia betul-betul terdesak macam ko.”

Mamat tu cakap terima kasih kat aku, dan aku usha jek, memang dia isi minyak. Alhamdulillah, tambah pahala aku. Aku bawak motor dan meneruskan perjalanan. Pinggang saket, ngantuk pun ada, tambah takut nak tengok cermin sebab housemate An tunjuk video seram gila pasal cermin. Aku buat keputusan untuk berhenti kat USM, tido satu malam. Esok pagi-pagi aku gerak.

Dan esok paginya aku gerak. Aku terpikir nak sarapan dulu, atau terus chow. Aku buat keputusan untuk gerak. Rindu rasanya kat rumah. Aku pun mandi cepat-cepat dan terus jalan.

Malang tak berbau macam kentut. Aku tengah bawak motor kat flyover ke jambatan, tiba-tiba ada kereta langgar aku dari belakang. Kereta tu kaler hitam. Dia nampak macam nak berhenti, tapi tiba-tiba pecut terus. Aku pulak jatuh terhentak kat divider jalan. Tulang belakang aku patah, dan aku tak mampu nak bangun. Aku tunggu orang tolong, tapi sedih melihatkan sikap orang Penang. Tengok aku daripada kereta macam pegi Night Safari kat zoo Taiping sambil naik train.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Friday, August 10, 2007

The Romance Dawn

"Like the stars that hanged above me shining through
Like they see upon me make me feel so blue
My mind was set up to the memories of you
All the things that we've been through
Me and you..."

- Flop Poppy, Rest Of My Life

I gazed at the swelling water from Penang Bridge. It was 2.30 in the morning, and I sit on my bike with complete boredom – a solid tedious, lack lusting upbringing. I’m trapped between the choices, of having my dreams fulfilled, or seize every best opportunity to make the best out of life.

“Setelah engkau pergi
Tiada apa yang ada di diri ini
Ku harapkan kau berubah hati
Semoga kau kan kembali di diri ini…”

The song Masih by Flop Poppy enchanted from my phone. It was An. He’s one of my schoolmates, the best I’ve had. We were like twin – together everywhere seen. He’s my rider when I was a mechanic, running away from home, journey to the south and east, running away from cops – and this so-called life has pulled me down to a catastrophe of my life. But we climb back. He’s an assistant programmer in Astro, and currently studying under Cisco. Me? A lecturer-to-be…^_^

“Hello bro… Ada mana? Senyap jek lepas masuk U.”

“Ada Penang Bridge. Heh… Busy bai… Tak penah aku tau assignment berlambak macam ni… Amacam hidop? Ada baik?”

“Hidop macam oren la… Masam-masam pahit. Running sana sini bukan senang. Dah la kuli, junior plak…”

“Eh brader, ulat ari ni, besok rama-rama. Apa ada hal… Ni ko ada mana?”

“Perak. Tapi on the way balik KL jap. Bosan beb tido hotel sorang2…”

“Perak mana bai?”

“Ipoh maa…”

“Naik kereta ke moto ni? Jenuh aku nak kejar kereta ko…” An’s using a ’97 Civic EK-6, considerably fast for a bike like mine.

“Moto beb…. Kawasaki ni je la peneman hidup aku…”

“Orait. Tunggu sejam aku sampai. Jangan gerak dulu bai…”

“Tadek hal…”

I ignite my engine, pull out the last of my cigar, and gibe a nice spit to the water, as I wear my helmet. I rammed along the bridge and take the turn Kuala Lumpur.

One nice thing about driving a bike is the feel when you ride. I can think about anything and arrive before I knew it – fully aware of every turns and signs most drivers pay no heed to. I don’t know when my speedo reach 120km/h, so I accelerate back to 160km/h, when suddenly my HP iPaq beeps – noticed via headphone.

Zatil : Jauh jalan

I pulled back my speed, with intention to reply the instant message.

Amin : Mana ko? Aku tak Nampak.

A Myvi urged me. Damn… I’m not really in the mood for girls.

Amin : Aku nak pegi KL. Jalan dulu.

I thought it was going to leave just that. But…

Zatil : Follow?

Amin : Aku nak jumpa kawan aku kat perak dulu. Gerak saing.

Zatil : I don’t mind. Aku nak rilekskan kepala otak. Tekanan.

I didn’t reply. I sped up to the maximum of 180km/h, leaving a long gap between me and her, and then slow down and maintaining the 160km/h. All of a sudden, her car passed through me. I think she might blow the throttle up to 200km/h, which is absurd, for a girl. Then she slowed down.

Running away from a speed maniac is sure a game. I got sick of this running, so I turned to RnR Sungai Perak. I full my fuel, just in case. I bought a can of Nescafe, while puffing the best cigar ever made- Benson & Hedges.

She parked next to me. Wow… A supercharged Myvi with 19” SSR. She must be rich. Even the plate number is about the same as me. Mine is JKG 9645 while hers is JKG 9654. She leaned by her car, and start making a conversation. I looked at her, frowning, because I never talk to her, when she tried hard to talk to me. Ah, forgot to mention, she was my schoolmate, when I was in JB. I left when I was in form 4, because of disciplinary problem.

“Jangan tengok aku macam tu. Nanti aku terpikat.”

“……..” drinking my Nescafe… Staring at hear with uneasy look. She was perturbed.

“Hani tak ikut ke?”

“Ko ingat aku dengan dia kembar siam?”

“RIleks la. Ko ni…benda camtu pun nak marah…”

“…..” I kept my silence. I know people wouldn’t like what came out of my mouth. I’m sarcastic, and tend to make people annoyed.

“Tadi aku nampak Aril naik moto dengan pompan lain. Dia nampak aku, tapi dia buat bodo je. Aku nampak dia jugak. Aku…”

She couldn’t manage to finish her sentence when I started on my bike and go away. Girls… they bitch about anything…everything… I looked at the side mirror; she’s still looking at me, with a surprised look. Then I get myself to think, how come I let a rich, good-looking girl like her stranded alone like that? It’s not my thing, but I’ve got half an hour. Asking her out might be a good idea.

I pulled back and go to her.

“Jom. Kawan aku dah tunggu lama tu…”

“Aaa…ah…ok…” She’s still in her haziness.

“Bole ikut 180km/h?”

She smiled. Concurred. I rammed all the way and surprised by her driving ability. Perak is a tough road to speed up for cars. I do sometime make indistinct, but she was able to catch. Real deal, if I can say so.

TO BE CONTINUED…