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Friday 26 October 2012

Broken Wings: 1


Chapter 1

It was her turn to take the books to the Teachers’ Room. She arranged those books neatly before carrying them. She loved carrying heavy things especially when helping teachers. She’s small in figure but she’s strong. She followed her teacher to the Teachers’ Room which was on the other side of the building. Her teacher asked her whether the books were too heavy for her but she just shook her head. For her, carrying books was like doing a charity.

She put the books on the teacher’s table and the teacher thanked her by offering her some money but she refused. She said that she did it in honesty. Her teacher thanked her once more before she left. She hurried to her classroom to take her bag. She glanced at the clock as she arrived there. It was nearly 1 o’clock. Her sister will come to fetch her soon.

She walked in a fast pace, went downstairs, and past the main hall before reaching the front gate. Something caught her sight as she past the main hall. Her feet suddenly stopped on their won. She gazed at the thing that stood on the stage. That thing wasn’t there before and by looking at the vibrant black of that thing from afar, she knew that she was in love with it. But she never knew what it was.

She realized that she was late so she ran as fast as she could to the front gate. Her sister, Nazatul, was waiting for her with her bicycle.

“Sorry,” she panted hard, trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks flushed as she ran nonstop from the main hall.

“You’re late, Som. I’ve been waiting for you for 10 minutes,” scolded Nazatul.

“I helped my teacher carrying some books to her table. It’s my turn today,” said Kalsom meekly.

“Hurry up, now! I’m hungry,” Nazatul grumbled and Kalsom hopped behind the bicycle.

The two of them always went to school together. Nazatul was three years older than Kalsom and her school was not far from Kalsom’s. Nazatul hated waiting for her sister under the sun as she worried her face will be tan. But she will wait for Kalsom until she arrived at the front gate. She never dared to leave her sister as she’ll be scolded by her mother.

Kalsom’s mind swirled as she rode on the bicycle. She was wondering about the black thing on the stage. She wished she could see that thing closer. She’d seen the picture of that thing in a book before and she wished that she could play it. That thing will produce a nice sound, just like she heard in a radio. And she wished she could learn how to play it and perform on the stage. Everyone will applause and cheer.

But all those wishes scattered like jigsaw puzzle pieces as Nazatul hit the break. Kalsom looked around and realized that she was home. She hopped down from the bicycle and went to the front door while Nazatul put her bicycle in the bicycle shed made by her father.

Both of them greeted salaam before entering the house and they could smell something delicious from the kitchen. Kalsom threw her bag on the chair in the living room and dashed to the kitchen. She was very hungry. Her stomach grumbled as she saw the food was served on the table.

“Come and eat, both of you,” said Mak Mah, the cook.

“Where’s Abang Lan?” asked Kalsom as she sat down.

“He’s eaten already. He said he wanted to go to his friend’s house this evening,” replied Mak Mah, putting the rice on Kalsom’s and Nazatul’s plates.

Kalsom ate the food heartily while thanking Mak Mah. After that, she took shower and checked her books in the bag if she had any homework to do. She only had two which are Bahasa Melayu and Mathematics. She decided to do Bahasa Melayu first because she didn’t like Mathematics.

14 August 1971: Wednesday

Dear Diary,

Guess what I saw in the main hall today? I can’t believe that it was there. But I didn’t have time to look at it closer because Kak Naz was waiting for me and she scolded me because I was late. Poor Kak Naz had to wait under the hot sun. She was afraid if she got sunburn.

Mak Mah cooked something delicious today which is fried chicken with curry. Mak Mah is the best cook of all! I think I should learn cooking with her. Then, I’ll show Mama and Papa and Kak Naz and Abang Lan that I can cook! They’ll be proud of me!

I have to finish my homework by today. But I don’t think I can finish Mathematics homework because it’s too hard and it got so many numbers. I better asked Kak Naz’s help. She’s the most brilliant in the family. I wish I could be like her. Then Mama will stop calling me Idiot like she used to call.

8 comments:

Parmita said...

I like the pace of this story and the way it has been written. From present to past and then the diary part. It works well. I look forward to more. :)

Ciklong said...

Sui:

i'm glad that you like it. I re-read this chapter before posting it and i thought that the pace was a little bit slow.

this story will be focused more on the past because the main character of the present wanted to know more on his mother's life in the past.

i'll post the next chapter as soon as possible :)

Inspector Saahab said...

at last, i am here. fuh
peluh

new story i see >.<
nice one. malay character, classics gittew :)

that thing. hmmpp. u pique my curiosity as usual. -.-

just nice. keep it up. do add moral values if possible, hehe :P

till i come again for the next :)

Ciklong said...

chakir:

fuh! akhirnya sampai jugak *jenuh menunggu...hehe*

yup, new story. everything would be malay...hehe

did you read the prologue? nk paham cerita ni kena baca prologue dulu...ngeh2!

of course i'll put lots of moral values in this story :)

i'll wait for your next appearance...hehe

Nani Othman said...

ok dah bace dua-dua. so cite ni ade magic ke tak? ke hantu ke? storytelling nye OK, senang faham. latar belakang melayu kene lebih clear lagi..maybe ade nasik lemak ke..atau basikal hitam tayar besa tu ke..somthing like that lah.

keep it up, kak long~!

Ciklong said...

nani:

cite ni tak ada magic2. cite pasal Kalsom dgn diarinya. Long nk try tulis pasal life pulak...hehe.

dlm chapter 2 akan ada byk benda2 yg menunjukkan latar belakang Melayu. kena interview cousin2 yg hidup zaman 70-an la, baru nampak real sikit. at least fakta betul..hehe

thanks~! :)

PC1667 said...

First of all,

...as she worried her face will be TANNED. Sepatutnya kan? Correct me if I'm wrong :)

Sometimes a slow-paced story is the best especially when it's about a flashback. Gives a classic vibe into it ^^

Ciklong said...

Atiqah:

thanks for your correction. haha. sometimes I missed the 'mistakes'...aihh...

this story is about Kalsom and her life. and her son unfolded the secret that she kept from her children