Naik kering jugaklah telinga aku dengar suara sayup mama dok panggil name
timang-timangan aku kat rumah. Adakala nada die tinggi, adakala rendah,
kekadang monotonus. Dah macam dengar iPod on shuffle. Bezanya cuma ada satu
lagu jek.
"Abaaaaanng. Abaaaaaanng. Abaaaannng".
Mama dah tercegat kat pintu bilik gua. Ah sudah! Ini dah bahaya. Kalau gua
tak bangkit jugak nih mahu die sebut nama penuh gua dengan nada penuh tegas,
lagi tegas dari suara abang askar macho misai kumis iklan Dequadin dulu.
Aku angkat kepala, kornea aku cuba adjust dengan cahaya setelah lebih 6 jam
kena sorok dengan kelopak. Kecut hati aku lima saat tengok satu lembaga putih
elok berdiri pegang tombol bilik. Baru aku nak menjerit, mata aku bagi signal
dekat otak recognize Mama pakai telekung. Baru lepas Subuh agaknya. Huish.
Bahaya betul. Janganlah kejut aku pakai method2 seram camnih. Silap haribulan
ada pecah tingkap bilik nak lari punya pasai.
"Bangun elok.Subuh cepat".
Berat.Nih rantai jenis apelah Raja Iblis ni guna ikat aku pagi-pagi camnih.
Titanium gamaknya. Susah betol gua nak melepasinye. Dengan kudrat gua yang tak
seberapa ini gua bangkit jugak. Sejuk tak hingat. Mana taknya tidur pakai boxer
dengan singlet pastuh reostat kipas letak nombor 5.
Gua capai kain pelikat. Bau dah semacam. Adik aku punya la nih. Eceh macam
aku punye wangi sangat. Lepas siap solat gua capai tuala plak. Lama rasenya gua
tak mandi awal2 subuh camnih. Masa praktikal dulu selalulah jugak merasa mandi
awal pagi. Pukul 5.30 dah bangkit, kol 6.15 da kuar rumah.
Hari nih kena semangat sikit bangun pagi. Angah punye konvo pagi nih. Bukan
selalu gua tengok adik gua sendiri konvo. Dan bukan selalu jugak adik konvo
dulu dari abang dia. Eh?
….INI….SUMPAH….AWKWARD….
Tapi apelah salahnya gua simpan ego gua dalam kocek sehari nih dan enjoice
a special day for my brother. Kehadiran ke Majlis Konvokesi adik gua meriah
gilo. Ade gak la satu dua van gua tengok masuk Poli die hari tuh. Nasib takde
yang bawak sepanduk jek.
Oso, gua tak sangka budak2 Poli nih ramai yang sedap dipandang. Lelagi hari
tuh elok semua berbaju kurung putih. Amboi macam bidadari 7 petala langit! Mama
dah pandang gua semacam bila gua dok usha je budak2 baju kurung putih tuh. Eh?
Cinta tak mengenal pangkat ketinggian pengajian tinggi Ma.
Graduan duduk depan. Family lepak belakang. Jenuh jugakla aku try carik
kepala Angah kat mane depan seat tuh. Kepala. Herm. Teringat aku time Angah
baru lahir dulu. Aku kecik lagi. Aku tak faham masalah kesihatan yang Angah
hadapi. Dulu Mama Ayah pantang aku sentuh kepala Angah. Elok tangan aku je lah
yang kena cubit atau babab tiap kali aku pukul kepala Angah. Ala biasalah, aku
kan abang. Tak puas hati sket gua jatuhkan hukumanlah kan? Pemerintahan Kuku
Besi, pernah dengar? Polisi tuh lah aku kenakan kat Angah dulu… Still do
actually. =)
Bila aku besar sket barulah aku faham kenapa kepala Angah nih too valuable.
Angah was born with a condition in which kepala dia tak cukup nutrients.
Therefore, the skull cap did not develop properly, leaving a very soft tissue
on a certain area covering his brain. Aku tak pasti ape medical term untuk
mende nih. So basically ape yang Mama explains was that due to the lack of
nutrients for the skull cap to develop, kepala Angah might burst given an
external force applied to the affected area. A bump to the head, a nudge, or
even tersentuh sket pon might poke a hole on his head. Angah was treated for
almost 3 years. A tube was installed inside him going from him wrist through
his neck and to a certain part of his head. Doctors would supply nutrients to
his head from this tube every month. We thought after 3 years that he would be
normal, that the nutrients supplied was efficient to the growth of his skull
cap. It did its job well enough, but with a side effect.
Angah’s head started to deform elliptically. His forehead would start to
grow horizontally, not in line with his jaw like normal people do. We we’re
worried. By month the condition was getting worse. His forehead would offset
his jaw critically. The doctors assured Mama & Ayah that the side effects
would wear off eventually. But ‘eventually’ wasn’t good enough for Ayah.
There’s not much that the doctors can do because the reaction was ‘normal’,
knowing that the nutrients is taking its course. And so we waited.
When Angah was seven, now entering into the Primary School phase, his
condition was still adamant. We went to the same primary, making it easier for
my parent’s transportation routine. Making it in the primary years was not easy
either. Budak2 tahulah camne kan? They are attracted to things they find
strange or weird. The first few years Angah was taunted, called on different
names. “Jendol”, “Flowerhorn”, “Badak”. But Angah was a tough nut to crack.
Most of the time he just ignored them. I never had the chance to stand up for
him. He never wanted me too.
A few years after that, now in his standard 4, his forehead was shaping
normally. No more Mr.WeirdHead. He made the school hockey team, also hockey
club president the next year. Got noticed by the teachers due to his
athleticism. Also he put on weight, making it difficult for people to believe
I’m his elder brother coz I was as skinny as a lidi.
"Farith Redha Bin Roslan"
I beamed as his name was called to receive his diploma. Managed to snap a
pic or two. Mama was wiping something in her eyes. Must be those damn dusts
that are making Mama’s eyes watery. Pakcik depan aku nih pon dok sebok ngelap
mata die. Hish pehal lah dewan konvo Poli nih berhabuk sangat! =P
Keluar je Dewan Konvo, Mama dah beriya nak bergambar. You know your mom
loves you when even with the heat outside reaching a 40 Degree Celcius, she
still wants to take pictures with you out in the open.
Selesai snapping gambar upacara penyampaian hadiah plak. Ni yang gua jelly
nih. Mama bagi Angah jam branded baru, Ayah pulak bagi Samsung Galaxy Tab 10.1.
Gua mampu bagi perfume dengan t-shirt jak. Mesti Angah tengah flip2 facebook
guna Galaxy Tab skarang kan? Gua jelly.
He grew up with a condition doctors said that would limit his ability to
think and gain knowledge. He grew up with an abnormal physical condition at
such a young age, that doctors said can affect his social abilities. Well
seeing Angah clenching his diploma, well-dressed donning his graduation robe, I
say, these doctors have a lot to learn about the human will and human spirit.
To Angah, I always believed in you and your abilities. Good luck in the
next adventures of your life. Till then, have fun with the Tab and hoped you
like the perfume! Happy Graduation You Fat Bastard!
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