I am not really a wild child that cursed parents nor I am a very filial piety who oblige every single words what parents demand. I was an average child who love his parents but sometimes has ideas that contradicted with them that I defy and speak out about them that could ignite sparks of arguments between my parents and I. But an experience that really touched my soul and heart and automatically changed my perspectives towards them happened last year; knocking me hard and concurred the cliche reality that :
“When everyone leaves you, when you are in your lowest point of life and there is no one to rely on; only your parents were willing to stretch their hands”
I was crying and humbled to what my parents did (Refer to https://undomiel84.wordpress.com/2011/10/30/allah%E2%80%99s-omen-a-childlike%E2%80%99s-amen-part-iii-enlightenment-via-a-new-rental-house-parents-unconditional-love/ ). From that period, I have made promise to myself to dedicate my life to serve my parents while they still live and try to give back what they have been giving me for the past 28 years. I make effort to call them everyday or at least once every 2 days and spend time with them as many as possible. I am thankful to ALLAH SWT for opening my eyes with that life-changing experience and I am still trying to improve myself. I don’t want to regret that I never did anything to make them happy when they pass away one day. That is a hard reality that one day will come and I dread that. So, I am trying to make the most of the these time that I still have with them while they are still here with me.
Anyway, Mak has been staying in Serendah (Ayah still in Jitra!) with me because Rifqi, my nephew is about to enter Year 1 next year and since Kakak is a pregger, Mak is here to help her. Initially, she is supposed to be in Putrajaya on 26th December because Kakak was supposed to have a workshop but then the workshop was cancelled on the eleventh-hour; so she just stayed with me for a while.
Treating her at Pizza Hut.
Since Genting Highlands isn’t that far from Serendah, I thought of giving her a peekaboo of what is it like to board the cable car up to the Genting’s peak. Unlike my father who likes to criticize or nag or ridicule every ideas of treats (yes, my father loves to condemn and his words are sharp; but of course you have to coax him), my mother is opened to new adventures and ideas. So, after several days the idea was put on halt due to guests coming to my house (Kakak from Putrajaya & Mak Ngah Ah from Batu Arang); we decided to take the cable car on Thursday, 27th December.
I felt glad and at the same time touched. I was happy that I could give her a treat; maybe not much but in a small way that I could afford. She was quite excited to see the mists swirling the hills and the lively atmosphere at Genting. Well of course she just wanted to board the cable car and felt the cold atmosphere, that’s all! Hahaha!
I don’t know why people in Facebook said I am “Mommy’s boy” (‘Anak Mak’) when I posted the picture of Mak & I in the cable car. In a way it was kinda annoying and perhaps they were just teasing. Hahaha! But you know what, I don’t feel ashamed. I don’t care what people said because it’s a label I hold dear. Why would I be ashamed being a Mommy’s Boy? After all, she carried me in the womb for 9 months & she sacrificed a lot for me; so would I be recoiled when strangers tease me? I will slash back, for sure; but I don’t give a damn because I am proud to have great bond my parents! May ALLAH SWT bless their souls. (,”)