The friend who cries (Ｔ＿Ｔ)

Fakrul weighs 120kgs. That's 264 pounds. Of happiness

Rizal, 60kgs, have been friends with Fakrul ever since they were still pooping their pants.

Diarrhoea. They were 12.

Rizal was sitting on a bench, in front of his house, enjoying the company of the canaries he stole from the newly opened pet store, owned by Pak Kam.

He claimed to borrow them. He doesn't believe in karma.

It was a sunny day and Rizal felt too lazy to finish his chores.

Which his mom gave to him since last week. To wash the dishes.

Mom went to her mother's house since last week. That gave Rizal the license to go wild.

Fakrul was walking, heading towards Rizal's house. With a 3-scoop ice cream cone in his happy hand.

He went to his BFF and sat right next to him. Right next to him.

He said, "Rizal, I'm so depressed." (￣◇￣;)

"Why?" prompted Rizal. (・・?)

Fakrul solemnly replies "I'm fat."

Rizal was silent.

Fakrul went on, "I've been fat all my life and I think it's time for a change"

"I don't have a girlfriend, nobody wants me" (｡-_-｡)

Tears rolled down Rizal's cheeks. （；＿；）

Fakrul saw the tears and wiped Rizal's tears with his sticky chocolate-flavoured fingers. (・・?)

Fakrul asked, "You're the only one who understand my pain, friend"

Fakrul stood up, and went back home.

Rizal continued crying. He cried and cried.

Rizal raised his hands and cried some more.






He was in so much pain. His right hand was crushed.

Mangkuk yang jatuh (°_°)

Kalau anda pernah tengok The Incredibles, mungkin anda boleh relate dengan kisah ini.

Aku dah kenal keluarga Mak Cik Nor sejak kecil lagi.

Hari ni, aku pulang ke Bagan Serai, tempat aku membesar dari umur... entahla, terlalu kecil untuk aku ingat, akan tetapi, aku telah berpindah keluar dari Bagan Serai setelah mencecah umur 9. （ ;  ; ）

Baiklah, cukuplah renungan masa silamku setakat itu, pasti anda tertanya-tanya apakah kaitan mangkuk yang jatuh dengan keluarga ini, walhal mangkuk boleh didapati di mana-mana sahaja--seramik mahupun plastik.

Pada pukul 10.32 minit malam, ketika menunggu Kak Wanie pulang dari KLIA, masih belum sampai, traffic jam agaknya. Ahad hari mengundi. （＾ω＾）

Aku duduk di atas sofa menghadap Mak Cik Nor, manakala di sofa sebelah kiri aku, Kak Ina, anak kedua keluarga ini. Kak Ina sedang khusyuk membaca buku 'The New Atkins, to a New You'. Iwan pula di hadapan TV khusyuk menonton Raja Lawak 7. Abang Ton sedang membara. (￣。￣ﾉ)ﾉ

Mak Cik Nor berkata, "semalam mak ada dengaq bunyi kat dapoq tu"

Kak Ina menyampuk, "cerita apa pulak mak, cerita hantu la tu"

Kak Ina tak suka cerita hantu. Dia kena bangun awal, kerja office.

Tidak, bukan cerita hantu.

Mak Cik Nor menyambung, "mak dengaq bunyi mangkuk jatuh, rasa macam ada orang masuk rumah"

Saspens menusuk dadaku. Aku sangka rumah Mak Cik Nor diceroboh manusia.

Mak Cik Nor, seorang yang berwaspada, tidak dapat tidur nyenyak disebabkan bunyi itu. Katanya, "mak ingatla, kalau ada orang masuk, mesti ada orang jerit"

Ini membuatkan aku tertanya-tanya. (・・?)

"Takpala, Ina ada, kalau jadi apa-apa dia boleh jerit, bilik mak kunci, bilik Faizul kunci"

Bahayanya, anak dara menjadi first line defence.

Teringat kata-kata Kak Ina tadi "Pak Cik Usop kata, kalau jatuh laut, kita semua selamat, sebab Kak Ina jerit satu laut boleh dengaq"

Otot paru aku kejang.

Rupanya, Kak Ina bukanlah first line defence, dialah senjata rahsia keluarga ini.

Kak Ina, dialah heroin rumah ini dengan laungan padu pemecah konkrit.

LOL. (￣▽￣)