As the professional calendar is drawing the finale curtain, the workload in school has become unbearable. Nonetheless, it’s the normal circle of career season one has to bear with. No fuss whatsoever; just merely dictating them. Anyway, as stated earlier; with all the workload and health fiasco sandwiched in between this recent 3 weeks, life has become a little bit topsy-turvy and system has become weary – at least shown through my face and physical as few colleagues and friends said I’ve lost the “cherubic” fats I used to have before I experienced the health fiasco! – And to add flavour to it, I’ve managed to scout for a new rent house!
My old rent house was actually not a ‘livable’ place for a period more than a month – let alone living almost 2 years there, like I did! When I reported myself to my school, rent house was in my most-wanted-list. At first, I thought I would just lived in school quarters; but I was told on the first day by Headmaster that if I wanted to stay in the school quarter, I would have to wait at least for a month before the fully-occupied-quarters empty – that was that some of the teachers were to move out. In that moment, I couldn’t afford to wait for a whole month! So, with Pak Ngah’s acquaintances, I managed to get a wooden-brick hybrid “Rumah Tradisi” ala Kampung style at Kampung Seri Serendah; which was merely less than 10 minutes journey to school.
Courtesy by Google Image and the shown website to reflect resemblance of my old rent house.
The house was a double storey- with the upper part retaining its wooden architecture whilst the lower part was made into brick-built space- which was initially the wooden pillars. So happened that the previous tenant ran away without paying money leaving things in the house. Thus my parents and Pak Ngah decided to assemble all the previous-tenant’s-belongings on the upper part of the house; sealed the door linking to stair between upper part and lower part and let the front door of the upper part of the house opened; so that the previous-tenant could take all his things back WITHOUT messing up with my belongings in the lower-part of the house. In short, I only lived in the lower part of the house – the upper part? Totally neglected with bats dwelling and infested and bred !!! Furthermore, the wooden part of the house was no more sturdy with windows lopsided and easily askew if one shook the windows!
With door and most windows situated NOT at the front part of the house but at both sides of the house facing the neighbours’ houses, it was uncomfortable to open up the door and the windows for air ventilation because you felt as if neighbours could have a peep on what you were doing inside (always go back-and-fro). Hence, I decided to shut the door and windows most of the time, leaving the brick-built-lower-part-space MINIMAL healthy air ventilation! What’s more was that the debris and dusts from bat ruins in the upper part of the house were sometimes transferred down; adding an unhealthy air for me.
Apart from that, bees had created colonies amidst the nooks and crannies of the wooden part of the house (which was elongated to the kitchen part) and kept surrounding the lamps! And so happened that I have allergy to bees’ stung (perhaps due to G6PD) – accidental punctures by the bees had been nearly fatal to me throughout the year! Nevertheless, I was nonchalant about the whole minor things because generally, the place was nice and cosy. It maybe small and a bit eerie for friends who came to visit but I felt I can bear and lived with all of those disadvantages…. until……. at the midst of October 2011; around 3 weeks ago when I experienced traumatic Tonsillitis!!!
As per written in my entry dated 18th October; “Allah’s Omen, A Childlike’s Amen (Part I): Crying As A Beggar (Turbulence In Tonsillitis)”, it was indeed a terrible and melancholic episode. Experiencing the bad Tonsillitis in a stuffy place where dusts and debris were abundant and air ventilation was worst; I was at one of my weakest point in my life ; alone (because I don’t have roommates/housemates). And adding salt to the wound, both electric sockets in the space I lived were not working any more! Seemed like the wiring of the 2 electricity sockets were infused into one and channelled to the main fuse!!! Anyway, after recovered from that and pondered, I had made spontaneous and drastic decision – that was to scout for a new rent house to ensure my health will no more in jeopardizing state!
I scouted here and there – with a friend and also asked for the helps from experienced colleague such as Ustazah Rahimah (maestro in Antara Gapi residence). I also asked around and so happened that Kak Rafidah said that there is a house in Desa Anggerik of which owned by her brother-in-law. I decided to meet up with him and perused the place. It was indeed FAR MORE COMFORTABLE from the old rent house, with a vast compound, brick-built and what’s more, a ‘surau’ is just around the corner enabling one to hear the Azan. Apart from that, Ustazah Zainab resided the house opposite the rent house and that’s an additional point. Initially, the owner was adamant in putting the price to RM400; but finally with a bit of coaxing, managed to get RM350 but with pricey deposits and some rules (which was said to be concocted due to bad experiences with previous tenants)!!!
I won’t divulge the matter as it is delicate but it is worthy although it costed me a great amounts of KACHINGS! But Alhamdulillah, so happened that my parents were around to attend Dania’s wedding in UPM – they were the ones who help me to get everything done and ran smoothly. I was so touched and heart-wrenched whenever I noticed them working so hard to ensure that I would be comfortable. My heart overwhelmed and I cried when I think about it. Probably because knowing that they were there when I was in my weakest point of my life; they didn’t desert me, they embraced me. Of course we all realized the theoretical absolute that parents will always be there when we need them; but to FACE THE REALITY crystallizes in front of you, it was just a moment of gratefulness, overwhelmed, heart-wrenching and TOUCHED.
I cried and cried and cried knowing that they never deserted me – the only two people in this world I could rely on in this world. I dread the days when they will leave me from this world…. to prepare mentally will be difficult and I have to start. But I am so close with them that I am scare I will be crippled when the day comes. Ya ALLAH…. they never desert me and always wanting the best for their children; they are not rich but they put efforts to make us live comfortable and protect us from harm; I really want to make them happy and repay their kindness….. Mak & Ayah.
So far, I feel a little bit healthier in the new place – probably because it is spacious and the air ventilation is good as opposed to the old rent house. But of course, this episode in my life has taught me a great lesson – to appreciate parents even more. And to ponder back, if ALLAH SWT did not test me with the bad Tonsillitis, I would still be living in that old rent house, wouldn’t I? So, always; ALLAH SWT works in the most mysterious way – a bless in diguise. INALILLAH, everything goes back to ALLAH SWT……
Courtesy of Google Image.