“Bang, cuci cermin?” Ujar pam attendan Petronas pada aku.
“Oh ok.”
“Nama siapa?” Tanyaku.
“Ibrahim.”
“Sedap nama awak. Macam nama nabi Ibrahim.”
Dia senyum.
“Dulu saya lahir waktu hari raya korban, sebab tu mak saya bagi nama Ibrahim.”
“Abang ada korban tahun ini?”
“Ada.”
“Abang bagus.”
“Kamu?” Tanyaku.
“Ada bang. Tiap tiap tahun.”
“Wahhh … hebat . Banyak duit kamu?”
“Duit tak banyak bang. Makan pun tak cukup. Tapi saya simpan tiap tiap bulan.”
“Alhamdulillah.”
“Saya sayang nabi. Sebab nabi bagi saya agama.”
Terkedu. Aku diam. Insaf.
Aku tenung wajahnya dalam dalam, saat dia menghabiskan mencuci cermin keretaku.Terlihat aku kejernihan. Kesungguhan dan kesolehan yang lekat diwajah nya.
Seorang yang bergaji rm900 mencintai nabinya! Kita?
Aku letak pam. Hulur rm5.
Terima kasih. Kerana cuci cermin saya dan cuci hati saya.
Dalam kereta, tak sedar aku titiskan jua airmata lelaki ku yang jauh tersembunyi dalam kolam ruh nya yang hampir kering.😥😥😥
Malu ke diri sendiri. Kereta ada 2 biji, moto ada sebiji. Roadtax boleh hidup tiap2 tahun.
Korban? Tak cukup duit..Allahuakbar
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′′ Brother, wash the mirror?” Pump attendant Petronas said to me.
“Oh ok.”
′′ Whose name?” Tanyaku.
′′ Ibrahim.”
′′ Your name is nice. Like the name of Prophet Ibrahim.”
She smiles.
′′ I was born during the sacrificial Hari Raya, that’s why my mother named Ibrahim.”
′′ Brother there is a victim this year?”
′′ There is.”
′′ Nice brother.”
′′ You?” Ask me.
′′ There is a bang. Every year.”
′′ Wow… awesome . You have a lot of money?”
′′ Not much money bang. Even eating is not enough. But I keep it every month.”
′′ Thank God.”
′′ I love the prophet. Because the prophet gives me religion.”
I’m so tired. I’m quiet. Insaf.
I’m soothing her face deep inside, as she spends washing my train mirror. Looks like I’m clear. The true and clingy solemnity on his face.
A person who paid RM900 loves his baby! We?
I put the pump. Give me RM5.
Thank you. Because wash my mirror and wash my heart.
In the car, I didn’t realize that I dropped my man’s tears that were far hidden in his almost dry spirit pool. 😥😥😥 😥😥😥
Shame on myself. There are 2 cars, there are one motorbike. Road tax can live every year.
Victim? Not enough money.. Allahuakbar
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