Chapter
5
Dear Diary,
Guess where am I, now? I’m
at Tok Wan’s house! Isn’t it great? I’ve been longing to stay with Tok Wan.
I’ve been waiting for the end-year school holiday just to stay with Tok Wan and
Mak Su and my other cousins.
The rest of my family went
to Kuala Lumpur this morning for vacation. As usual, they didn’t bring me
along. Mama said that I’ll keep irritating her if she brought me along. Well, I
don’t want to go to Kuala Lumpur in the first place. Kak Naz said that we have
relative there but I never knew them since the day I can remember.
I woke early this morning
and Mak Su’s cook cooked us special meal just for me. They treated me well here
even though they are far richer than my family. Tok Wan is a rich man but he’s
very humble, not like Mama and Papa. Papa is quite okay, I guess but Mama is
not a humble person at all. She always brags that she’s rich and has two
brilliant children - of course I’m not included.
Today, Tok Wan brought me
to his orchard. He has a lot of orchards – I think more than 3. We plucked
rambutans and mangosteens. I love rambutans and I even ate them on the branch.
Tok Wan let me climbed the trees with my other male cousins. I was very happy
today. We brought those fruits back home. Tonight, we’re going to the orchard
again, this time we’re going to wait for the durians to fall from the tree.
Dear Diary,
We got a lot of durians
last night. I caught three with my cousin, Mat Jie. He has a very good ears and
he could hear the sound of durian falling from the distance. We brought
torchlight and wore something hard on our head so that the durians won’t fall
on our head – we will die for sure!
Mak Su taught me how to do
the tempoyak
but I don’t like to eat tempoyak as I
like to eat the raw durians. We took a bath at the nearby river because eating
too much durians made our body become hot in the inside. I love swimming in the
river. The river is so clean and the water refreshes my body.
We went to the field to fly
the kites. Tok Wan taught me how to do a kite with the kite-paper. My kite flew
high in the sky and that made me very happy. I wish I could fly like a kite in
the sky.
Dear Diary,
I have a wonderful dream
last night. I dreamt that I was flying in the sky. But it was scary too because
I flew so high that I couldn’t see the land. But I finally woke up when Tok Wan
shook my shoulder gently.
We went to the mosque for
the Subuh prayer. Today is Friday and Tok Wan usually took all of us to the
mosque nearby. We went there by walking. Only Mak Su and my younger cousin
stayed at home. I was very sleepy and I slept during the Kuliyyah. Papa never brought
me to the mosque before but he always go for Jumaat prayer every Friday with
Abang Lan. Sometimes Abang Lan skipped the Jumaat prayer - he said that he’s
too tired after playing football with his friends.
Pak Su and Tok Wan are very
strict when it comes to the daily prayers. They will scold us if we skipped or
prayed in the eleventh hour. All of my cousins are very discipline when it
comes to prayers. So, I think I must be like them because Tok Wan said that if we
always pray every day, we can go to Heaven. In Heaven, we can live the most
wonderful life ever! We can ask Allah anything that we want! I want to go to
Heaven when I die one day.
Before going to bed, Kalsom always calmly anticipating what will happen
on the next day. Staying with her paternal grandfather was a heaven to her.
Even though she only had to stay not more than a week, she was feeling grateful
because the days she spent with her grandfather were sacred to her. She was happy
and the only people who understand her were them.
But her happiness subsided as her family arrived on the next day. She
knew that her mother wanted to pick her up. Her mother never let her stay at
her grandfather’s place for too long – because they were rich. She didn’t
understand why her mother hated this side of family so much, especially when
her aunt was there. Her aunt, her father’s youngest sister, was a nice and
pretty person. She just got married and she loved Kalsom so much. She never saw
her mother smiled or talked to her except when she opposed her or boasted about
her situation.
Kalsom waved to her grandfather as she got on the car. She was
feeling a little bit sad but she’ll meet her grandfather again during the next
school holiday. She didn’t fall asleep on the way back home and she had the
uncomfortable feeling when her mother called her name suddenly.
“Papa and I were discussing lately, about you. I think it’s time for
you to learn the truth,” said Rohaya.
Kalsom frowned. The truth? What was her mother trying to say?
“From this day onward, you’ll be staying with my sister. We have no
interested in taking care of you. You wasted our money in paying the school
fees. We’ve sent you to the best school but you disappointed us. Then, I
realized that you’re not even belong to this family in the first place,” Rohaya
continued.
“What do you mean?” asked Kalsom. She had a bad feeling about this.
She could feel that her mother was smiling satisfyingly.
“You are not my daughter, Kalsom. I adopted you when you’re a baby.
We trained you well to be smart like Azlan and Nazatul but we failed. No, you
are not born with good brain. That’s why, Papa and I don’t need you to live
with us anymore. Isn’t, Papa?” Rohaya turned to the husband who was driving the
car.
“I only have two children. Two is enough,” said Mr. Johari coldly.
Azlan was chuckling while glancing at Kalsom. Nazatul, on the other
hand, kept her head down. She didn’t want to look at Kalsom’s face. Kalsom was
shocked to hear the horrible news but she didn’t say anything. She felt like
she was dreaming but she’s not. She felt nothing – zilch.
They arrived at Rohaya’s sister’s house. Both Mr. Johari and Rohaya
got out of the car. Kalsom followed them not long after that. Mr. Johari opened
the boot and took Kalsom’s belonging out. Rohaya told her sister that she didn’t
need Kalsom anymore so Kalsom had to stay with her.
Rohaya’s sister, Karamah, was shocked to hear what Rohaya said to
her. She knew her sister was a bit arrogant but this was far too cruel. Karamah’s
husband stared at Mr. Johari. He hated this man from the very beginning. And
Rohaya too.
“So long, Kalsom. Don’t ever think that we’re going to see you for
the rest of our lives!” Her mother snorted and got into the car. They left
Kalsom without saying a word. At that moment, a spark of hatred flashed in
Kalsom’s heart.
4 comments:
I know I have not started this because of my unannounced hiatus but I freakingly love the plot!
I really like stories which involves brain! wahahahah!!!
Adopted! adopted! I'm not adopted. hmmmmm... I am quite certain that I'm not... I'm a selex copy of my father!
Anyway, I have not eaten durian! :(
mr. Key!!
I really missed your comments here :)
i'm so glad you like this kind of story. i'm trying to write the non-fantasy story. haha.
this time the story's setting is Malay setting. and you have to eat the durian, mr. Key. it's delicious!
I am learning a lot about Malaysia through your real-life setup. Your writing has evolved so much. I am very much engrossed with this story.
Kalsom's parents never treated her well. I hope that this new place that she is to live in from now on will be better than the one she used to live in. Kalsom's parents are very cruel, even if she is adopted, she does not deserve to be treated like crap. Poor girl!
Sui:
my cousin told me once that I should write about Malay culture. so, now i'm writing one..hehe. the setting is in 70's so I asked my Dad a lot about life in the 70's.
Kalsom's mother is the antagonist in this story but there will be some bad people for the upcoming chapters. Her mother was feeling humiliated for having a not-so-smart child. yeah...poor Kalsom :(
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