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Friday, April 25, 2008
Tuesday evening filled with anger, fear, worry and bleeding knuckles!
"nak ikut tak?" i asked Putri dat petang.

Groggily, cos she just woke up, she said, "taknak".

I was hesitant at first cos i dunwan her to be alone.

I said, "just stay in the hall in case i knock the door okay, i won't be long." I placed back the key on the table . When i stepped out, i could hear her , "KREK!" locked the door ledge. I dun feel good about this. Belom lagi ckp ape2 dia dah close the door hard and lock the door ledge..ish.But i am sure she willl be at the hall and i wont be long.

I was right. Baru je turun lift, Zul was already waiting. Too fast to be true. He was in a hurry, panting cos he needed to ease himself. Along the way, like a makcik2, i told him to balik, bath, makan and then siap for the silat lesson tonite..yack yack yak....


Sampai kat pintu rumah, we knocked. "Assalamualaikum...syasya..." silence.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!! "Putri..."- no answer

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!! " PUTRI SYASYA!!!"- no answer.

By then i was fuming mad. Budak ni tido ke?Dalam hati dah confirm, bila dia bukak je pintu, sure aku cekik2 batang leher. Still no answer.

This time with a more mighty force, i knocked louder. Real loud. It was a BAM BAM BAM!!!!

still no answer. I tried again, BAM WHAM SLANG, KERPANG, TENDANG!!!..

DANG...still no answer.

i called few times while i knock....
no answer..

By now, we were nearly half an hour outside. Marah bertukar menjadi risau. Is she alright?

Zul started calling out her sister's name.

I was frantically trying to make her pick up the phone.

I tried the BANG WHAM, SLAM, CRAM!!!, very very loudly and by now, i could see from across and below, neighbours' heads popping out. Some i think had derived their own conclusion that this must be some domestic squabble.

BANG! WHAM!! SLAM!! DANG! DANG! DANG! I looked at my knuckles, and it was reddish.
BANG! BANG!BANG!!!!!..my knuckles bled..

Suddenly ada flashback of my teenage life, of how i was locked out.That swollen knuckles and a slight bruise and blood really refreshed my memories. This is not fair! Door ledges are my enemies and now my Putri is locking me, Zul and baby Ash out????



A good neighbour came out and asked me if i forgottten my keys. I said, "worst, my daughter locked me out. she ledged the door.." no one knew wat else to be done. He offered to knock. I said, "Apek. just terajang je the pintu.." Another neighbour came out and asked if i need anything. My son grimaced and said, he needed the toilet. Thank goodness they offered. At first i declined their offer, with the hope that Putri will hear the ruckus, and open the door. But Zul was nearly in tears and my good chinese neighbour insisted.

While he was easin himself, i called Sham. He was really far from home, and he hasnt finish his job. I DEMANDED him to be back cos i really AM SO WORRIED FOR PUTRI. It was getting dark. My house from the corridor was getting soo dark, its Maghrib already, and we were nearly an hour outside, trying to break the house down. With screams and shouts, kicks and punches. It was a real commotion. With neighbours, turnned by turned, offering to call out and PUNCH the door wildly.

After an hour and 10 min, Sham came. Cool as usual, he sempat berlawak.." aiyah, this gal sleep like the mother la.." and the neighbours secara berjemaah sempat ketawakan aku...siak betol..heh..

Sham knocked hard. I told him to just kicked it open instead because i was getting nervous, agitated, afraid something might have happened to her cos she always ever of a heart pain.I was imagining the worst.If anything happened to her, i will never forgive myself!

So he put his red and black Nike on the door, held his hand on the gates and give it one mighty big kick and WOOOOSH!!! the door swinged opened. Everyone rushed in, (including the neighbours) to know wats happened to Putri. We had to turn on the lights cos it was so dark by then. She wasn't in the hall. We called for her.

Not in her room.

When we entered the master bedroom, we say her lying down.



"PUTRI SYASYA!"

She stretched, and yawned, and groggily opened her eyes, looked aound in bewilderment.Blur.Like the Sleeping Beauty who slept for 100 years..pakai big earrings and pearl necklace pulak tu tidur..

" Is she alright?" the neighbours asked.

"Yes, thanks a lot. She just woke up, " i beamed at them, embarrassed for causing soo much trouble, at the same time so relieved that she is alright. I forgot how angry i was but silently felt it was quite a folly on my side for not bringin the keys instead.

After profusely thanking them and apoligising, and while Sham mended the spoilt ledge and door, i went to ask Putri if she heard us calling and knocking the door hard and why on earth is she at my bed instead if at the hall waiting for me?

She just stood there, blank faced.


Haiz...Primary school students so stressed eh..sampai tidur pon tak dgr pintu kena hentam sampai pecah? rabak...

Then i realise, tadi i keluar tak baca the usual, "Bismillahitawakkaltuallallahi.." I keluar tadi mengomel....


~ { 11:26 AM }
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