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Kisah Mamat dengan April Fool banggangnya.


Aku tak tahu amendanya April Fool.. sebab aku bukan amik pot sangat pasal bebenda gini. April Fool atau Vantine Day… tak amik pot sangat.

Mamat mengingatkan betapa Banggangnya April Fool itu ketika kami duduk di rumah sewa time belajo dulu.

1 April

“Deng! Esok kau kuliah pukul berapa?” Tanya mamat.

“ Aku kuliah pukul 10 pagi apsal?” balasku.

“Aku Tanya jek!” Mamat berlalu dengan tersengeh-sengeh.

Esok pagi seperti biasa, kelam kabut pi kuliah sebab aku bangun pukul 9.30 pagi. Tak de apa apa yang aneh, biasa-biasa. Aku pi kuliah membawa beg biasa yg aku bawa. Dan masuk ke kuliah. Kelas subjek University memang ramai giler.. duduk kat tengah-tengah bilik kuliah di kelilingi awek awek yang boleh ku buat sebagai penahan mataku yang mengantuk.

Tak de apa-apa time kuliah tu. Aku hanya melanggok tengok pensyarah tu membebel sambil menjeling-jeling kat awek-awek yg cun sebagai penghilang rasa ngantuk. Dan April fool mamat berlaku.

“Tit tit tit tit tit… tit tit tit tit tit tit!!” bunyi kuat yg aneh dan asing tiba-tiba berbunyi dari tempat aku. Aku berpandangan, eh tu bukan bunyi hanset!! Datang dari beg aku…. “celaka!!” bunyi jam kunci mamat!!!! Kelam kabut aku carik kat dlm beg yang banyak kocek, Orang semua pandang kat aku.. dengan selamba aku mematikan jam kunci tu dan terdapat kertas yang tertulis APRIL FOOL!!! Kat dalam beg aku!

Semua orang pandang, dan selambanya pensyarah tu sound kat aku.. “ besar hanset awak bawak dalam kuliah? Kata kata itu disambut dengan hilaian ketawa seluruh bilik..cehh!!! tebal muka beb.. siapalah punya kijer banggang nie!!!

Kisah Atan plak.

Pepagi nak pi kuliah, dia kelam kabut gak… kelasnya awal dari aku, sesuatu yang pelik berlaku… tetiba kasut dia hilang yang ada kasut aku yang besar… puas carik tak de dan bilik mamat berkunci.. kecuali sepasang kasut jogging yang biasa Atan pakai yang lusuh!!! Nak tak nak kena pakai juga. Atan pagi tu maki hamun sebab kasutnya hilang dan dia jadik mat Bangla pada hari tu sebab pakai lengan panjang, bertali leher tapi pakai kasut sport yang 2 tahun tak basuh!!! Nak ponteng tak bleh sebab ada kuiz hari tu… bantai kena gelak ngan memember.. “Abg Abdullah banyak cantik punya kasut” Atan punyeler angin!!!!

Kisah Husin.

Selalunya husin bawa cam beg fail plastic pi kuliah. Selalu-selalunya dia letak gambar Sapura kat dalam fail tu. Aku tahu sesangat, kata Husin sebagai sumber inspirasi dan pembakar semangat. Erkmm.. gambar tulah yang buat dia gila cakap sensorang dengan gambar dan dia selalu tunjuk-tunjuk kat aku sebab dia ada gambar Sapura. Besar gak aa gambar tu,, print saiz A4.

Hari tu ketika waktu kuliah bermula, seperti biasa dia membuka failnya untuk mengambil kertas tetiba sesuatu yang membuatkan dia terkejut.. Gambar sapura yang selalu ada kat Fail tu tetiba berubah menjadi gambar beruk yang tengah tersengeh.. terkekeh-kekeh wok dan pak ok ketawa melihat gambar beruk yang ada dalam fail Husin. Mu bawok gamba beruk gi kuliah Sin?… “Menate!! Sapo dok tukar gamba gewe aku nie!!”

Malam semua member ada di rumah. Dok pakat menyumpah sepa punya kijer bodoh mengenakan orang. Mamat dengan tersengih-sengih mengaku dia yang buat dengan alasan yang agak tak masuk akal.

“Aku buat macam tu supaya hang pa semua ingat kat aku bila hang ingat peristiwa siang tadik. Kitakan dah nak berpisah, dah sem akhir dah pun, bila lagik aku nak berlawak dengan hang pa semua”

Lawak antarabangsa jugak mamat nie. Lawak yang menyakitkan hati aku, Usin ngan si Atan. Mamat tersengeh-sengeh puas hati sebab kenakan aku. Tak masuk akal betuller mamat nie. So nak jadikan cerita Atan ajak aku ngan si Husin kenakan Mamat pulak.

Kisahnya…

Mamat pergi Kuliah naik Myvinya seperti hari-hari lainnya. Tapi hari nie lain dari yang lain. Aku memang tunggu Mamat balik umah. Nak ketawakan dia, tak pun nak tengok dia marah.

Bila balik ke rumah, Mamat masuk dengan muka yang sangat ceria dan tersenyum senyum. Masuk-masuk jek kat umah terus tgk cermin kat ruang tamu rumah kami.

“Apsal arr Deng? Ari nie semua orang pakat senyum kat aku. Aku naik keta, awek tu pakat tengok kat aku, senyum kat aku. Kat Trafic Light orang dok pakat senyum kat kat aku heran gak siap hon hon lagik!”

Aku ngan Atan berpaling sesama sendiri. Atan nak tergelak, aku pun sama tahan nak gelak. “Aku ingat diorang tengok hang hansome kut, hang punya baju memang match ngan tali leher hang!” jawabku.

“Hang baru tau aku nie Hansome?” sambil possing depan cermin. Aku nak ketawa sungguh. Aku ngan Atan heran Mamat tak perasan April Fool yang aku kenakan kat dia.

Atan tak dapat tahan gelak, aku pun sama so berderailah ketawa kami berdua mentertawakan Mamat. “Pasai apa hang gelak?”

“Hang try tengok kat wiper belakang keta hang!!!” kata Atan sambil ketawa… Mamat meluru keluar melihat Myvi kesayangannya… tiba-tiba terdengar laungan Mamat dari luar….. “PELAQ....!!!!!!”

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Going Home

I first heard this story a few years ago from a girl I had met in New York's Greenwich Village. Probably the story is one of those mysterious bits of folklore that reappear every few years, to be told a new in one form or another. However, I still like to think that it really did happen, somewhere, sometime.(wow power leveling,)
　　
　　They were going to Fort Lauderdalethree boys and three girls and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them.
　　
　　As the bus passed through New Jersey, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill-fitting suit, never moving, his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot, frozen into some personal cocoon of silence.

　　
　　Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard Johnson's, and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat, and the young people began to wonder about him, trying to imagine his life: perhaps he was a sea captain, a runaway from his wife, an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself. Sro Gold
　　
　　“We're going to Florida,” she said brightly.“ I hear it's really beautiful.”

　　“It is, ” he said quietly, as if remembering something he had tried to forget.

　　“Want some wine?” she said. He smiled and took a swig. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.
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　　In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's,and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home.
　
　　“Are you married?” World of Warcraft power leveling

　　“I don't know.”

　　“You don't know?” she said.

　　“Well, when I was in jail I wrote to my wife,” he said. “ I told her that I was going to be away a long time, and that if she couldn't stand it, if the kids kept asking questions, if it hurt too much, well, she could just forget me, I'd understand. Get a new guy, I saidshe‘s a wonderful woman,really somethingand forget about me. I told her she didn't have to write me for nothing. And she didn‘t. Not for three and a half years.”

　　“And you're going home now, not knowing?”

　　“Yeah,” he said shyly. “ Well, last week, when I was sure the parole was coming through, I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick, just before Jacksonville, and there's a big oak tree just as you come into town. I told her that if she'd take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and I'd get off and come home. If she didn't want me, forget itno handkerchief, and I'd go on through.”

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　　She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Brunswick, looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children. The woman was handsome in a plain way, the children still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.
　
　　Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seats on the right side, waiting for the approach of the great oak tree. The bus acquired a dark, hushed mood, full of the silence of absence and lost years. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face into the ex-con's mask, as if fortifying himself against still another disappointment.

　　Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then,suddenly, all of the young people were up out of their seats, screaming and shouting and crying, doing small dances of joy. All except Vingo. wow power level

　　Vingo sat there stunned, looking at the oak tree. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind. As the young people shouted, the old con rose and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.

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amende motif Jacey ni?