Teringat saat-saat masa dekat Saina dulu, tiap-tiap tahun akan ada hari yang mana waris-waris/ibu bapa student akan datang jumpa cikgu-cikgu untuk ambil keputusan anak-anak masing-masing. Makanya, tersebutlah satu kisah seorang cikgu perempuan yang ditegur oleh bapa sorang budak perempuan ni. Al-maklum la sekolah di ceruk Pokok Sena, Alor Setar sana, waris-waris yang hadir kebanyakannya alim ulamak.
Adalah sorang cikgu add math ni pakai tudung nampak jambul depan, ala-ala mak datin tuh. Dia pun dok explain lah pasal results anak pakcik ni. Tiba-tiba ja pakcik ni sound,, cikgu saya bukan nak kata apa.. tapi pakai tudung duk nampak rambut tu. Aurat jugak. Kan baguih kalau duk pakai anak tudung. Si anak perempuan pakcik ni dah merah padam malu-malu kat cikgu yang termalu kena tegur macam tu. Since then on, terus dia pakai anak tudung supaya anak2 rambut tak terkeluar.
We actually had a good laugh when the story was told by anak perempuan pakcik. So to say, I had my share of experience with my Kelantanese client.
She is 73 years of age. She speaks with a heavy Kelantan accent, using words alien to me. Whenever I have to meet her for meetings, I would ensure that I wear appropriate i.e. decent clothes. But today, she gave me a surprise and requested for an urgent meeting. And pretty me clad in my favourite just-above- the-knees cotton skirt. Yes, I was extraordinarily sexy than usual. My first concern when I knew I had to meet a 73 years old lady from Kelantan was oh my! What am I going to do with my skirt!
I actually pinned off the gap between the buttons of the skirt. And I brought a jacket along so I could cover my thighs. If you were wearing a skirt above knees, the skirt will go as high as half up your thighs when you seat. Jacket was the trick to cover revealing parts of my body.
As the meeting achieved its maximum tensity, the former daughter in law of the old lady asked my favour to send the old lady home. Notwithstanding the fact that I didn’t know the direction to her place, I agreed.
We were happily talking about the matter that I have been handling and she abruptly changed topic.
Engku: Ni ambo nok ghoyak, Ara jange maroh. *sambil cuit peha kiriku* Ara ada suar sama warna sama kulit, eloknye pakey sokmo. Jate tengok dok manis. Nati dosa. Ambo nak ghoyak kalo nok dengo, dengo. Kalau taknak, tokse.
Dush kena tepat di batang hidung. I pretended concentrating to my driving and nodded to her every words. Sehinggalah termiss simpang nak masuk AKLEH, the easiest way to her home.
Engku: Bawok keto ni, baca mende dok?
Moi: Baca mende?
Engku: Yolah. Baca doa ko? Baca ayat kursi.
*dalam hati- ye ada, baca bismillah kalau ingat* without realizing, I nodded my head tanda baca. she mentioned one ayat which I remembered learning tapi tidak dipraktiskan.
Engku: Tau ayat tu? Ada orang penah beritahu?
Moi: Ada. *grinning ear to ear*
Nasib baik dia x suruh repeat after me, kalau tak memang kantoi.
She then proceeded interrogating me about my faith and beliefs. She even asked if I ever listened to ceramah agama and how frequent does that happen. Gosh, I am caught red-handed. I personally like her the way she reminded me about things and religion. Mungkin kerana my grandmother passed away when I was six. My other grandmother has over 50 grandchildren, so the competition is stiff. You may call it cousin rivalry.
Ye, I am in cikgu add math’s shoes. Malu sudah diriku. Betapa cetek pengetahuan agamaku. Hm, if you are about to condemn me, bear in mind, atleast I admit I know little rather than pretending that I know it all. Saya teringin nak pergi kelas-kelas agama yang weekend tu, any suggestion?