Dulu masa when I was small, I lived in a rented house. Kami panggil rumah tu "rumah pindah" and I don't know why. My family was really sederhana, we were a mediocre type of family. Tak kaya sangat dan tak juga miskin sangat. But what I remembered about that house was that it holds most of my childhood memories, hence I write this blog post.
Masa ni lah zaman main kotor-kotor, lari macam nak rak. Tandas nak buang air besar kat luar rumah. Dengan nyamuk banyak, gelap dan tersumbat lagi..hai lahh..that was really the hardest part..Tapi aku bersyukur, alhamdulillah. Masa ni lah juga bilik air ada lubang-lubang yang katak muat masuk. Haku dah la fobia kalau bab-bab binatang macam tu..Haku pun melompat sekali. But all these memories remain because I want to cherish that. Not because we have a better life now, but to understand that kalau kita susah, ada lagi orang yang susah dari kita.
And masa ni jugak kami adik-beradik was really close to each other. Kalau kena marah, nangis sama-sama. Dulu kereta pun tak ada, jadi kalau pergi shopping barang-barang, sama ada mak ayah pergi berdua ataupun pinjam kereta tok. Dulu selalu kena tinggal kami adik-beradik kalau mak ayah shopping bukan sebab apa. Satu takut merengek nak macam-macam sebab masa tu bertiga kami just one year apart faham-faham la. Dua sebab kena menghangkut semua sekali nak berbaris macam bebudak sekolah pulak kan.
Ada satu hari my second brother and I, mak suruh angkat baju ke atau ampai baju I couldn't remember but we were so into playing sampai berselerak rumah and mak balik tired and all. Tengok-tengok baju ntah jadi hape and she mengamuk like crazy. Kami berdua rasa bersalah la and berdiri tegak-tegak depan mak and mak campak bakul kain depan kitorang. Kami punya kecut perut hanya Allah yang tahu. Tapi that's that, bebudak macam tu lah kan ingat nak main je. But that remains as memories yang I really really cannot forget. And I smiled when I remember it. Ehe.
What makes me remember this ialah sebab masa memasak tadi tengahari aku buka tingkap dapur and I saw the scenery was somewhat like my "rumah pindah" backyard. And I kind of miss that. And all those memories suddenly came and now while writing this, I still remember how my "rumah pindah" backyard looked like, when my mum and I were in the kitchen, sebab mak selalu buka pintu dapur when she cooked. And I kind of miss the atmosphere, the greens, the memories and all that made me who I am today.
And you are a bunch of memories that you have ever created and experienced. Cherish them and never ever forget them because you might forget your own self when you forget what made you who you are today.