kenangan .. semasa menengah

alhamdulillah, glamour sekejap cos tak ramai yang selected to go to boarding school di zaman tuu; hani had received a lot of moral support and money dari atok, mok keda, ayoh long, ayok su and sedara mara; cek had bought banyak pieces of kain ela untuk ditempah baju kurung and arwah moksu had bawa hani ke golok untuk shopping baju-baju; dari dulu lagi used to receive banyak duit and gila shopping and till now, am a little bit spoilt ..

sek men sains kelantan was still under construction in pengkalan chepa and kami terpaksa menumpang di sek men ismail petra (smip), kompleks wakaf mek zainab for a year. tak pernah dibuat orang, hani's first week kat hostel ditemani oleh nenek kesayangan, mok keda yang tak sampai hati nak tinggalkan ku keseorangan; luckily masa tuu warden tak de laa strict sangat and arwah nenek ku pun makan kat dining hall cam students; till now ada lagi kengkawan yang masih menyakat ku .. life was not a bed of roses cos bekalan air tak mencukupi and everyday, before 6 am ngan sebuah baldi, in a group, we'll walked to tumpang mandi kat sekolah sebelah; we'd survived ..

since form one lagi, hani dah dapat nickname, yogee, given by fellow classmate, nako and sulong after a class debate; it started with 'yoga for health' and yogee is one who does yoga, not yogi the bear laa; sampai now lekat nama tuu and ada je yang gelarkan my daughter, aamal as yogee junior .. life in co-ed boarding school was not bad at all, well ada laa orang yang minat kat kita but kita minat kat orang lain and dia dah memalukan kita sampai menangis kat depan kelas during afternoon prep; he'd minta maaf openly semasa reunion hari tuu ..

5 years in sms kelantan, met bermacam jenis kawan dan rakan, so many incidents and events happened which had indirectly grew and mature hani; lots of compromise, patience/preserverance and give/take were developed. we girls very dengar cakap, were not as naughty as the boys, no keluar curi, no lompat pagar and no cigarretes; had learnt to do own laundry since there was no washing machine. staying in hostel, hani learnt to be a very disciplined and systematic girl and had won cadar terkemas and terbersih kat dorm ..

those days family yang ada kereta tak ramai and we were lucky to have one; we were allowed to go back home only during school holidays and every friday evening, cek ayoh and adik2 will come visiting siap ngan makanan yang banyak to my dormates; till now ada kengkawan ku yang so happy to meet my parents, alhamdulillah .. being the eldest, hani dah ditugaskan untuk shop baju2 raya buat adinda2 ku and bila dekat nak raya je, ayoh will fetch hani kat hostel and tolong dia pilih baju; guess adik2 ku dari kecik lagi dah smart la gitu ..

bila cuti sekolah je, arwah ayohsu will fetch hani balik ke rumahnya di rantau panjang and the very next day, arwah moksu will bawa hani gi shopping kat golok via perahu, those days tak de laa gun shots and bombing nii .. then, balik ke to'uban to teman arwah mok keda who'd been staying alone bila kami pindah ke pasir mas; ramai orang kampung yang masih mengenali hani. masa cuti, cek tak berapa bagi buat kerja rumah especially cooking since dia suruh rehat je, tuu yang tak berapa nak pandai ..

s.o. quarters hendak dirobohkan to give way to new school complex, our rumah kat kg dangar dalam pembinaan and buat sementara, we all sewa kat lorong hj ahmad, neighbour to doodlemum's grandparents, lagi dekat ngan pasar and railway station. hence cuti sekolah je, rumahku penuh ngan kengkawan and we'll parade happily kat pasir mas town; ada kala hani berlari balik cos ada je budak2 lelaki kejar nak mengorat ..

life was so good then, drugs abuse belum berleluasa, no mat rempit, no bohsia and bohjan, no ragut and pick pocketting; thus, we'll be going here and there tanpa rasa takut2 ..