Mulutku Yang Masin

I'm not a big fan of sodium chloride.Yepp..I like to eat asams but not the really masin one.Some asam got salt sprinkle on it, so sorry lah...kamek sik suka.

Why am I taking about sodium chloride/asam/masin? Long,long time ago when I was in that sekolah budak-budak famous (lebih famous dari TKC tawww) kat Seremban tu (I'm talking girls school here) there was this classmate of mine (mano tah poei eh..dalam Facebook pun tak jumpa) yang hobi nya suka mengenen I dengan this particular boy from KGV. I have to cross his path on my way back from school to the hostel. The asrama that I used to lived in, (alaaa....dekat STAD tu) dekat benar dengan sekolah Mamat ni. He is not at all handsome (kurang ajar nya...) and I don't know why, dalam keadaan aku tak berboifren that time and when the whole school dah ada pakwe (and makwe..heheheh) patutnya kalau orang dah berkenan tu, kawan aje lah kan? But you know, with looks like him, takde pakwe pun takpe nyah. Not only his looks that put me off, his perangai...his attributes...takde langsung ciri-ciri nak dijadikan boifren.

But this friend of mine was so insistent, god knows if she makan komisyen from this boy because she happily ready to become his postman, menyampai surat-surat chentanya kat I...tulis surat pun pakai exercise book, bangsa koyak page kat belakang...tak gentleman betul.Well, maybe he can't afford a proper writing pad.

Everyday without fail, she will pass on his salams to me...Eh Makji, dia kirim salam la...everyday I tell you.I will just keep quiet and my friend often said 'berdosa tau awak tak jawab salam dia'. One day tah cemana, this boy was on his way to the Gold Supermarket (wujud lagi ke ni?) and was walking pass my school.I was on my way out and alamak...we bumped into each other. This time he really sampaikan his salam to me in person.He was with his gang, like gangster Kg Dusun and aku pulak sensorang...he just went on and on, berdosa kita tak jawab salam orang tau...followed by evil laugh from all that KGV smuts. Panas betul hati I...sepanas hari itu.

The next day at school, I told my friend of my ordeal and cakap kat Minah ni...'ko pegi lah kirim salam maut dengan budak tu...'.A week after that this boy died.Electrocuted. My friend was sad, blaming my mulut masin wishing him the bad luck.But how was I to know?

Similar thing happened when my late brother was ill.Not that I wish him dead but the very last day that I visited him at the Hospital, I went home to pack my bag, I packed baju kurung and tudung too, feeling that I may need it. 15 minutes after that, he passed away.I really,really hate myself for feeling that.Until today.

Last week, I was driving from Essex to London. I suddenly thought about this friend of mine (somehow we are related by marriage) who was met by an accident maybe 15 years ago.We were at the wedding and on his way back, he was run over by a gang of motorcyclist.I saw him at the hospital the next day.He was chatting happily to us with his entire body bandaged everywhere.He slips into coma after that.From what I was told is the hospital fault, giving him too much anaesthatic and this later turned into permanent brain damage. I visited him as often as I can but I got caught up with life responsibility.But he remembers me at every visits I paid him by blinking his eyes.

Tah macam mana, last week...terkenang pulak kat dia.15 years is way too long to be bedridden and to completely lost the bodily function. I supposed we have to thank Allah for him to live to see people around him.I asked about him from people who knows him and condition still the same.While stuck on the M25 traffic last week, I think my heart said 'God, what a pity and what a great pain for the whole family have to endure all this.He is under a great deal misery.He should have died in that accident'.

I got a message yesterday that he passed away last Friday.I just wish that I never had that thought.I really feel awful.But he is now at the better place.

Al fatihah, Mohamad Anazeem.I will always remember you...the chirpy you in that stripy yellow shirt, you wore the night of the wedding and the accident.