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| ihsan Google |
One sunny day, I decided to go to CIMB bank near my house for some 'business' involving money, of course.
As I parked my motorcycle, I saw a very old lady sitting by the shop with a medium - sized luggage with her. Her face was frowning, adding deeper wrinkles to what she might already had.
"Kenapa Opah duduk sini? Takkan tunggu bas kot.." I just wondering.
Silly me, I was not concerned enough to ask or even have the littlest courage to help the old lady because I was afraid that she might get mad. She was frowning like I said earlier, that's why, but one thing for sure, I'm just not too young but too dumb to realize.
As I walked a few more steps leaving the old lady, I saw an uncle. He was sitting on the floor, in front of the bank. He looked fine to me, fine by mean normal at mind. But as I walked pass him, I heard him talking alone, blabbering about Italy, pizza and spaghetti.That's how I jumped into conclusion that he is somewhere lost at mind. Lost like, short - circuited.
Silly me again. How fast I judge on people.
While sitting on the air - conditioned room, waiting for my number to be called, I re - called what the Uncle said before.
"Kita kalau duk kat Italy, dapat makan pizza.. spegeti.."
Well, he can't be 'short - circuited'. He knows Italian cuisine.
This literally makes me think, what was he before? Who is he? How does he grew up? What kind of job he did to make living? Didn't he has family? How did he ended up here?
And so, the questions never met their answers.
The next day. Early in the morning, I was out searching for breakfast when I saw both of them, Opah and uncle Majnun exactly at the same place as I met them the day before. I was wandering if they really didn't go home and sleep on the floor. I was wandering if they were homeless.
As I drove my motorcycle past them, my eyes started to fill up with tears. I cry even harder thinking about the old lady. She is too old to be sleeping on floor. She is too old to live such a life. I just couldn't imagine if she was my Mama. I can't help, but keep crying.
I decided to take a turn, heading to the nearest grocery store. I grab anything I could as fast as I can. Some mineral water, flavored drinks and Gardenia were made into two packaging. One for Opah, and another one for Uncle Majnun.
I came back to them. I hand over the first plastic to Opah.
"Opah dah sarapan? Opah nak pergi mana?" I asked. But she never reply. I don't know if she doesn't hear me, or even understand me.
"Makan ya Opah" I slowly pat her back and walk away.
I hand in the second plastic to Uncle Majnun. He grabbed it real quick. I was afraid for a few moments.
Afraid, because I am not human enough. Not human enough to feel what he, as a human would feel when other people are afraid of him as if he should be afraid of.
So I left them. Hoping that they actually do have a better life.
As I reached home, Mama asked me, where did I go and why was I late. I told her the story, crying like a baby.
Mama said, that's why we should never complain.
Yes, our home is old. But we do have roof to take shelter from rain.
Yes, our vehicle isn't as good. But it's better than two legs.
Yes, we are poor. But we have enough to fill up our tummy.
