|@comradenami - your book and my affogato boleh bersatu ;-) #LelakiEksistensial, a photo by cheryna_27 on Flickr.|
"Selepas dua minggu berkenalan dengan Fitrana gadis muslimah dalam filem "Cinta Luhur Dari Ilahi" ni dah berada di sebelah katil aku. Seperti yang telah dikatakan oleh Don Vito Corleone yang aku ubah sikit untuk kesesuaian cerita - "I'll make an offer she can't resist".
Lelaki Eksistensial, Bab 1, Page 11.
Folks, it has been mentioned in my post - teh tarik gelas besar, that I used to disagree with Nami Cob Nobbler, the author of Lelaki Eksistensial regarding our tweets on the Italian football team. We were busy disagreeing; I have forgotten to talk about this quote from the legendary Mario Puzo.
Mario Puzo was the author introduced by our parents to their four children. The first time I got to know about Mario Puzo was when I went to this flea market in front of Sports Toto near the Chinese area in Seremban. My mother, my pride, showed me The Godfather written by the author. Apparently, our parents liked his books and the movie. I bought the book for only RM5 that day. It was a secondhand book in a good condition.
Since then, it became my brothers' favourite.
Since then, they understood about how Italy, in a way, influenced my ways of doing things.
Since then, they rarely laughed at me about Gianluca Pagliuca.
Since then, we learned about Sicilly.
Since then, Cheryna Pires was using Nina Zilli's 50 Mila as her ringtone.
We talked in almost the same language; my brothers and I. Maybe that was the reason why we admired authors like Jk Rowling and sacrificed our money for the sake of Bloomsbury books. Mario Puzo, was another example of how an author brought us together. We like Gordon Ramsay and could spend hours together on one cook book. We also adored Ahadiat Akashah (though this was quite new to my younger brothers).
And we just could not stop reading Nami Cob Nobbler's books.
I found out that our siblings (all four!) followed him in Twitter. No other author have that privilege :)
Frankly, he was the only author who impressed my mother with his tweets. You see, while sitting in front of the tv, we used our smartphones to verbally converse with each other. Especially during football matches. One of us would read an interesting tweet for the whole family. The others will comment.
Nami - in a way, amused my mum when he tweet about Liverpool.
Nami - made our dad confused with my brother's comments on teachers.
Nami - made us talked about whether I should write my blog again.
We have never met Nami, but aye...Nami was the talk of our Cosa Nostra.
|Pink Floyd, a photo by cheryna_27 on Flickr|
My friend made a comment,
"Adik-adik Sha ni minat siapa? Dari tadi cari buku dia?"
"Oh. Nak completekan buku-buku Nami Cob Nobbler."
"Our favourite author," I answered.
"Tak pernah dengar pun?" she frowned.
"One day. Budak ni akan jadi legend. Macam Mario Puzo. Tengoklah," I smiled.
Aye, several weeks in the Kinokuniya Top Sellers have proven that.
Last week, I went for a date with one of my brothers. Well, my outing would not be complete without coffee. We went to Midvalley and had our coffee in different ways - my brother with his macchiatto. I enjoyed my lovely affogato. Small portion of coffee yet so meaningful and delectable. Look at the pictures. You see, that was the reason why we read Howard Shultz journey of bringing the Italian culture of drinking cofee to the whole world :)
We discussed about what we read, what we eat, what we drink, what we threw, whom we love and whom to hate. We discussed family.
Trust me, it took hours to talk about Puspa, the character in Nami's book. Then we quenched our thirst by drinking more coffee. When my brother finished his first cigarette, we realised that we talked about Rokok Nan Sebatang - which was one of Nami's blog.
|Mario Puzo - The Family, a photo by cheryna_27 on Flickr.|
This evening, one of our followers in Twitter asked us about our names. Aye, Sicilian names. Konon. Well, we just could not helped it. Some people saw us tweeting each other and decided to join the family ceremony. Go ahead!
But that question made the four of us wonder about how Nami came into the picture with comfortable image. How parents could actually accept his book in our home without our parents calling it as a rubbish. I knew that my parents were actually trying to understand. We saw them with the book!
That also made us think,
"If Nami could do it, then how about the other writers?"
Well, we came from the same womb, you see. Our mum told us that she breastfed the four of us.
If mum was calling something a trash...how could that person be the next Puzo, Rowling, or Nami?
Something was wrong somewhere.
Let's check our garbage today, shall we?