This week I balik Kuantan naik kereta with Bang Long and Siti. Sampai rumah around 12am. Borak-borak, makan, layan cerita Hindustan and by the time I masuk tidur dah lebih pukul 2am pun. Those who know me long enough knows that I don't sleep late. Tapi pasal cerita lawak punya pasal sanggup tu tahan mata.
Anyway, it's not the main story here. I nak cerita pasal Dik Man lagi ni. Kalau last week dia buat havoc pasal registration ke poli dia tu, this week pun ada lagi kisah sengal tak sudah dia ni. Saturday morning I ingat nak bangun lewat sikit la sebab tidur lewat kan. Tapi Abah suruh bangun hantar Dik Man. He got to go somewhere for his poli activity. Dia nak pegi sendiri tapi I tak kasi sebab dia pun tak sure tempat tu kat mana. Lagipun hari asyik hujan je lately. Nanti kalau hujan basah la pulak kan. Together with Akak, I pun hantar la Dik Man.
Agak berpusing-pusing jugak nak mencari tempat tu tapi tak jumpa so finally we waited somewhere. The time was around 8.15am. I suruh dia call organizer tu tapi dia tak nak call sebab dia kata diorang tak sampai lagi kot. Fine. Kitorang tunggu for more than half an hour lagi before I paksa-paksa dia suruh call the organizer again. Bila call the organizer kata diorang dah sampai. I dah cakap banyak kali dah tapi dia tak nak dengar. Kan ke nanti orang kata dia tak punctual ke apa. So kitorang pun gerak ke sana.
We still couldn't find the place so Dik Man called the organizer again and they came to pick us. I follow them and bila sampai ke tempat aktiviti I nampak budak-budak poli tu tengah warming up. Semua orang pakai track suits yang diorang dapat masa registration hari tu. Dik Man pulak pakai baju lain. Dah la lambat, pakai baju lain pulak tu. Sudahnya dia tak nak keluar dari kereta. Boleh macam tu???? I paksa-paksa dia suruh pegi jugak sebab dah alang-alang kan tapi dia tak nak. So kitorang pun balik je lah.
Rugi masa, tenaga, minyak and we almost meet with accident on the way balik tu for nothing. Balik tu macam kecoh-kecoh so semua pun tertanya-tanya la kenapa. Dik Man macam biasa la dok tersengih-sengih macam kerang busuk dia tu. Tak tau la nak cakap macam mana lagi dengan dia ni. Padahal dia ada call the organizer before we left home so patutnya dia boleh je tanya kena pakai baju apa masa tu kan. Satu-satu nak kena bagitau kat dia ni tau.
Dik Man.... Dik Man..... Sabar je lah tau..... Mujurlah aktiviti tu bukan aktiviti wajib. Kawan-kawan non-resident dia tak join pun tapi dia semangat nak join. Baguslah bila ada semangat nak join aktiviti-aktiviti ni tapi semangat aje tak cukup ye. Kena la alert sikit dengan benda-benda macam ni. Lesson learnt for him again. Hopefully next time he'll be more prepared for stuff like this. I just want him to be someone yang ada inisiatif untuk mengambil tau. Bukan la mengambil tau as in menjaga tepi kain orang tapi mengambil tau benda-benda macam ni la.
Abah kata nak suruh dia masuk asrama sebab apparently ada je kawan dia yang rumah lebih dekat tapi dapat asrama. It's true that living in hostel akan menyebabkan dia lebih berdikari tapi I rasa he better stay at home aje. Lagipun kat rumah bukan ada sape sangat dah pun. With him senang sikit nak mintak tolong buat keje-keje rumah ni. Dik Man buang sampah. Dik Man sapu longkang. Dik Man masak nasi. Dik Man basuh pinggan. Dik Man pegi kedai. Dik Man itu, Dik Man ini. Hehehe......
We'll see how la after this. Hopefully dia akan become a better person. Orang tak kan berubah sekalip mata kan. So he deserve some chance. But he better changed. If not I don't know how he will survive in his adult life after this.
Next week I akan balik Kuantan lagi. Tengok apa pulak kisah next week. Hehehe.....
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