Hari Raya Korban 2007

The Flood and The Fury

Everyone seemed to be rather skeptical when we announced that we’re going to celebrate Hari Raya Korban in Kuala Terengganu; all because of the endless flood warnings all around the country especially the east coast. Thousands were evacuated and the roads were closed, for the arising water and landslides. Mon cher, instead, was very calm. I, to be frank was skeptical too. In my mind, I was picturing the old wira – my 13 years old car trapped in the flood. Sheeeshhh…!

The journey went well. No floods, no congestions whatsoever.

It’s good to see mon cher’s parents; hale and hearty as usual. Tonnes of kids were at their house. Uu..it’s school holiday. No wonder. And they were buzzing Ezzah; maybe for her funny-looking-rounded-shaped hair plus the big-eyed stare she made at everybody. Apparently she was sooo excited to see so many kids surrounding her. Plus the chickens, ducks and cats. Wonder what she was thinking kan?

Mon cher and I were doing akikah for Ezzah. A day before hari raya, all 10 mon cher’s siblings were home. His eldest sister lives next to the house. A sister lives with the parents. Another brother lives nearby. Others made a long trip like us; from KL, Kuantan, Jitra, Kota Bharu, Shah Alam, Sungai Buloh.. Err..dah berapa aa..?

Since a kenduri will be held a day after raya, Tok (mon cher’s mom) was the all-jumping person. Well she should be..He he. Ye la. Mana nak gi pasar lagi. Nak masak untuk pagi raya lagi. Nak harap menantu ni…? Huhh! Bad, bad menantu!

She was as usual, calm, and never call any of us to help her.

Unlike my Mama. Eheheheh… She’d scream her throats, anak tekak and lungs out until she sees every daughter of hers were down to help.

“Hangpa ingat hangpa anak raja ka main turun nak makannnn ja…..” . Hmm. Sounds like a mom.

“Kalau hangpa anak raja pun, kalau dah mai duduk rumah aku, aku panggil masak. Aku tak larat.” She’d sounded us. But sometimes, doesn’t work on me and Syima. Hi hi.

While Tok Ki (mon cher’s dad) was preparing one of his cow ready to be slaughtered on Hari Raya, he was too, surrounded by the cucus. Some were on the jambu tree, the other running tadok aroh. Yang sorang gi tu, dengan baju kurung, innocent face, baik punya angkat kain nak panjat pokok jugak. He he.

“Cuba duduk me-molek siket..” Tok Ki softly warned them. But you know well. Kids.

Ezzah too. Tak padan dengan kecik, insisted to get outside with the other kids. They’d sing to her, pull her legs, jumped and made funny faces, just to get her smile and giggle. But they were never play rough with her. Yang geng besar sikit, will help Ezzah to walk. Petite assistant. Good for me. Hi hi..


Bantal Peluk

Mon cher and I will never miss a visit to Mahathir’s house during hari raya since we’re married. This would have been the fourth time, but this time, it was a have to visit. He tompang his bantal peluk and other stuffs with us sebab dia balik naik bas. So we have to send them to his staircase.

“Kitorang hantar je la ye.Tanak la naik makan-makan. Malu la. Asyik gi makannnnn je..” I text-ed him. Seriously, I’m already segan with his mom. And his sisters.

“Datang je.Nak makan ape.Nak pegi pasar ni.”

Hmm..dia ni memang la. Tak membantu lansung. Sure makanan which I can’t resist tu!

So we went,on the third day of raya. Guess what. As we stepped in the house, mon cher smelled something yucky. Ergghhh..Ezzah berak! Huh.Tak sempat ambik nafas naik tangga.

My diet burst again. There goes Sup Tulang and Ikan Celup Tepung on the table.