Saturday, October 20, 2012

7, 8 - bola ke bunga?

Bad Hair Day

I have a story which needs to be told today, and not the other days. It is a story of the person who received my undivided love. A woman who shared my roses, orchids and daisies. A woman who made me believed that love came in every form; including a plant. When she mentioned plant, it was a pot of it; with soil, which could be cultivated and nurtured.

I have been in a boarding school for few years before I went to college. As the time passed by, I eventually realised that I was having lesser quality time with my own mother.

I was jealous with her students!
They spent more time with her than I was :P

My mother has always been the committed person in her life especially when it concerned her work. What impressed me the most was that she was not this type of person who were overly enthusiastic on joining "Lawatan Sambil Belajar ke Kelantan" or this and that expedition. Her belief in a success of one's core business before participating on the smaller portions of KPI was what I have in principles at work. 

Nevertheless, her time in school has never been less than 8 hours. Aye, there might be teachers in my life who only worked from 7:30 am to 2:30 pm a day (with free hours and recess  but she was not one of them. For record, she was my Mathematics and Music teacher for several years :)

What I failed to understand at that time was that as a student, she spent time with ME. As a daughter however, I should find time to spend with her.

That day, I chose to be on my own. I was looking at the flowers in the garden at the same time enjoyed the view of school children in front of me. It was Pertandingan Lalu Lintas sponsored by Shell. When I was in primary I used to join this competition and won it. Therefore, that year, I have made a decision - since my mother was involved, why not just be with her for a while before taking the train back to college?

It was fun. I saw things from the visitor's point of view and I enjoyed the company of my mother tremendously. That was until I heard...

"Cikgu Zakiah kan tu?" a male voice behind me was talking about my mother.
"Betullah Cikgu Zakiah," said the other.

I turned and saw a couple of twins behind me and pointed at that lady in front of me. Hey, that was my mother.

Frankly, I considered those twins as...cute. They might not meet the specifications of Chisha Cheryna Pires, but...aye, they were cute. Sweet. I saw girls around them giggling while my thoughts were wandering. Why were they talking about my mother? When my mum turned, the twins I saw just now went to her and kissed her hands. Eh?

There. The most beautiful women smiled proudly while patting their backs. I heard them calling her, 
"Cikgu Zakiah."

I shrugged. Well, that was normal. My mother was an extraordinary teacher. She had that all the time :)

That moment have passed until we saw the twins again at the commuter station. They kissed my mother's hands again. The second time made me felt that there must be something about my mother that they loved so much. They finished school already. My mother was their primary school teacher. We have seen in several occasions folks, that people forgot their teachers yet those twins bothered to come to my mother. I was envious, thinking that they looked so comfortable with my mother; they even teased her and made her laugh.

I looked at them with my unblinking eyes.

"Budak-budak ni dah makin handsome. Dah pergi merata-rata," my mother said with a smile.
I took the advantage of asking further, "Anak murid ibu?"
She nodded, "Sorang ketua, sorang penolong ketua kelas. Semua cikgu marah aku sebab muka diorang kan sama, mana boleh beza?" 

I laughed. My mother, the cheeky one - at home and at work.

An advertisement eventually opened my eyes. Those twins that I saw on television and on a poster had eventually played for Negeri Sembilan. Those were the twins I saw at the competition; at the commuter station and at the mall. Those were the boys who made my mother laughed the other day!

"Diorang ni, anak murid ibu ke?" I asked my mother while we were watching television. She smiled while nodded approvingly.

"Sekarang dah top. Dah nak main untuk Malaysia dah. Ibu tak cerita pun?" I asked.

"Itu pencapaian diorang. Diorang yang kuat nak berjaya. Aku ni cikgu diorang aje," she answered simply. I frowned. I was not buying her statement. I knew there was something else.

That was when my brother told me about those twins. They were both strikers who wore number 7 and 8 since school days before the teachers to bring one of them to the defense. My mother, the strong one, was one of the female referee during the football matches. Apparently, she was like a general in school - where boys liked her better because of her knowledge in sports. I raised my eyebrows when everyone, excluding me, complimented her coolness. Wait, she played football too? Sure that was MY mother?

I was waiting for her to take the credit yet she never did. Even my father thought that it was just a story until he met the football stars in person. Eventually, he had to admit that those twins were humble enough to those they respected. Regardless the looks, the wealth, the health, and last but not least, the popularity.

She never commented on the path that they chose - especially the personal ones. I knew that she was hurt when she heard or read about them, yet, she was still calm. Thousands of people went to the stadium to support the team, she was one of them. Yet, she kept cheering for them, her students, regardless the team they were playing for.

30 years of age. 30 years of being her only daughter.
How could I deny the fact that she was a great supporter to those she loved? 
Especially her children. 
Especially her students who have been treated like her own children.

We were watching Untuk 3 Hari last week when she commented,
"Cantik bunga ros atas kepala Ayu Raudhah tu."

The lover of flowers. My mother. Cikgu Zakiah.

I teased her, "Hari tu masa press conference nak masuk mahkamah, Rita Rudaini pon pakai bunga kat kepala. Taknak puji ke bu?"

She raised her eyebrows, "Aku sokong anak-anak murid aku je."

I grinned at her. My mother. The teacher. A woman. A mother. A gossiper? 
Maybe not. I need to make sure that I inherit this trait from her.

All the best to Aidil Zafuan and Zaquan Adha.
Thank you for respecting your teacher.  You're not just another football player:)

15 comments:

Khalilah MNor said...

Sha, seriously twins tu aidil zakuan dgn aidil adha?? Dapat bayang ibu sha senyum manjang... ;) Umi saya pun pesara guru sejak 2tahun lalu, kalau pergi mana-mana dengan dia mmg kerap org datang sapa. Anak murid yang dah hampir baya umi saya pun ada! Mmg bangga sekejap walaupun bukanlah sy yg jadi guru tu... :)

wantie said...

wow...bagusnya si kembar tu.still ingat cikgu dorang..

akak pun masih ingat cikgu akak yang very outstanding. akak tak panggil cikgu. akak panggil umi kat cikgu akak.

akak ingat dia sampai sekarang.
Mesti ibu sya baik sangat. untung sya..

Neeza Shahril said...

Untungnya jadi cikgu, anak murid ingat sampai bila-bila. Tak kira lah cikgu tu baik atau kurang sikit hehee.. Sha beruntung ada mama cikgu. Pahala dia berterusan sebab bagi ilmu kat anak murid..

Kengkawan said...

biasalah cecekgu, anak murid dia sajalah yang betul, kalau org perlekeh anak murid cikgu tu yang sentap dulu.
especially dlm sports.

tak percaya tak apa:-)

Remy hazza said...

twin tu aidil ngan zaquan..... best nyer ..dieorg masih ingat pada guru dieorg.......

kiera'sakura said...

hihihihi tersenyum baca apa yang ibu awak cakap tue... dia menyokong org yang dia sayang. mengingatkan saya yang walau seburuk mana pun diri kita pasti keluarga sntiasa sokong dan ada kt blkg kita sebab diorang yang sayang kita tanpa syarat ;)

Jna marcello said...

wahh wlaupun bnyk cerita yg buruk pasal kembar tu kak sha still ade kebaikkan sbb tu org kate xsemsti nye jahat mmg xde kebaikkan kan kak sha! kak sha pix rambut tu buat org tertarik sgt!!

na da add tweet kak sha..npe x apprv lagi ;c

boni kacak said...

wah..mak awak cikgu adik beradik kembar tu ye???? terbaekkk. dan sekarang dorang dah pun mengharumkan nama negara... jutaan tahniah jgua kepada mak awak tau.. kerana berjaya mendidik mereka hingga menjadi orang yang berjaya.. kirim salam kat mak ye

Len Mullen said...

Semalam nak baca dah mengantok. Bola punya pasal dah terganggu tidur. Hahaha.. dua-dua kena marah.

Kem salam kat mak yang cool bermain bola dan tahu apa itu muzik.

=) Happy Monday..

Cik Nurul Siezuka said...

Untung jadi Cikgu... Sebab murid2 akan sentiasa ingat..

Suka sangat dengan pic tu... :)

Kesuma Angsana said...

salute pada semua guru2 yg banyak berjasa hehehe

d0tbl0gsp0td0tk0m said...

selamat pagi cikgu.... huuh tu laungan keramat setiap pagi kat sekolah kampung huhuh...

cikgu yg dihormati.. akan diingati sepanjang hayat... tp bila cikgu ditakuti... akan ilang dari ingatan.

wahida said...

aku tak boleh jadi cikgu sbb aku ni garang...

respek org yg tabah menjadi cikgu ni...cabaran mendidik anak murid berbeza dulu dan sekarang...bukan calang2 org boleh jadi cikgu kan...

tunjuk la gambar ur mom...

LydSunshine said...

Wow... The twins tu anak murid CIkgu Zakiah? [cara cakap macam le aku kenal cikgu zakiah tu. Heheh.]. Humble jugak derang tu siap cium tgn. Nampak cam budak nakal. [ish, tu la.. tak baik buruk sangka].

Dee said...

masa baca mula2 dh dpt tangkap..baguslah masih respek cikgu yg mendidik dorang..btw..bila sha nak amik pic ngan the twins..leh share kat insta and jeleskan k dee..hahaha..