Baba Tanya.. Saya Jawab

Haritu balik cuti, saya teman baba ambil mak dari ofis. Masa tengah tunggu tu, tiba-tiba baba tanya

Baba : Nanti dah dapat duit scholar tu kau nak buat apa?

Saya : Aan nak simpan dalam Tabung Haji. (sambil betulkan sandal dan sengih kat baba)

Baba : Buat apelah kau nak simpan dalam tu? Lebih baik kau guna. Simpan je kat bank, nanti cucuk. Kan senang nanti? Kau ade ke akaun TaHa sebenarnya?

(dalam hati saya tak senang.. kenapa baba tak kasi simpan kat Tabung Haji?)

Saya : Dah. Aan buat tahun lepas. Tapi dalam akaun tu ade RMxx je. Aan dah janji Aan dapat duit Aan nak simpan sikit dalam tu.

Baba : Tak payah. Susah aje nanti.

Saya : Alahh baba ni. Aan nak gi haji jugak macam baba. Nanti Aan masuk duit sikit-sikit, kan dah boleh daftar awal? Tak bagus ke macam tu?

(saya nampak baba menggeleng-geleng kepalanya.. ni apa lagi salahnya ni?)

Saya : Tak ok ke macam tu baba?

Baba : Lebih baik kau simpan buat hantar baba gi umrah. Baba nak pergi lagi. (baba dah mula tersengih)

(saya tergelak. ohh.. itu ke yang baba nak cakap?)

Saya : Tak maulah. Tak nak lah support baba gi sana dengan duit scholar. Nanti insyaAllah Aan hantar jugak baba, tapi guna duit gajilah. Sabarlah baba.

Belum sempat kami sambung berbual, mak dah turun dari ofis, dan kami pun bertolak balik. Rupa-rupanya dalam hati baba ada tersimpan hasrat.. besar hasrat tu. Mampukah aku?

Comments

Anonymous said…

October 29, 2011 at 1:16 PM

Nur Amalina Mohammad Bakri said…

nice daughter:)
hope one day i can be like u :D

July 3, 2012 at 11:21 AM

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