Pak Jon.

najah cerita, pak jon , baru meninggal.

strange, just as i about to hanyut, once again, i was reminded.

i remember Pak Jon clearly. His real name was Jendul.
okay, i dont think that was his real name.
but it was from Jendul that he got his Pak Jon's name.

He had lived at the end of the road of our kampung.
well, just right before Kg. Solok.
kot.

anyhow, he had a very big kandang kobau. kerbau la mksudnya.
and sometimes, when it was raya in my childhood days, i used to go there, riding a bike with some of my cousins just to watch kobau mandi manda

but that is not what Pak Jon is being remembered for.
to me, the most memorable memory is how pak jon always screams my name out loud,
each time he passed by in front of my kampung.
i have a very memorable name indeed.
and yes, of all the little girls and boys in my kampung,
my name is what he remembers the most.

so, each time, riding his old but yet faithful motorbike, passing by in front,
he'll go,
"Ah- Hooooorrrrrrr"

once, i told him. " Pak Jon, nama saya bukan Ah-Hooor. Nama saya Hur"

and then he said " Pak Jon tak ingat do. pak Jon gomar laei panggil ah-hoorr"

i dont usually like people calling my name incorrectly.
but i guess, for him, it is an exception.

when i was in my teenage years, cutting the grass in front of the kampung,
he dropped by.

he said; " ni Ah-Hooor ko?"
and i was like; "uh, duh."
haha. tak la. what i really said to him was " aah. ni hur la pak jon. dah tak ingat dah ke"
and then he went like " dah bosa dah. dah anak dagho"

ye, saya tersipu-sipu la. jgn la panggil saya anak dara. hihi.

his wife, i dont quite remember what was her name.
mama ingt kan?
well, his wife died a long time ago.
but from mama's story,
his wife was the one who helped my wan to take care of me when i was a baby.
time mama still dalam tempoh pantang.
she fed me, mandikan sekali. sume la.

wellll, anak sulung kan. so, technically, i had the most priviliges when i was young.
everyone wants to love me.
because i am number 1. yeah. hehe.

but you know what they said
" with great privileges, comes great responsibilities."
so yeah, i have big responsibilities now, and forever. :)
i deserve a little bit of pampering when i was a child.

i do not actually know pak jon in person.
i've heard stories about him all the time.
but i only know him for this one cause.
that he always screams out my name, sampai satu kampung dengar.

and because of this one small reason, i think,
somehow, somewhere along these 20 years of my life,
he did gave an impact in my life.
someone that i'll remember for life.

so do not take people around you for granted.
right now, you might just not know yet,
but these people, who you think their existence have no significant in your life,
turned out to be the ones that you wont forget forever.
turned out to be the ones that made you, the person you are, today. somehow.

love. and never stop love.
forgive, and never stop forgive.
because love comes with a little bit pain here and there,
but those who made it till the end,
are the ones who never give up.
because Allah loves those who's heart is filled with sincere love and forgiveness.

Al-Fatihah to Allahyarham Pak Jon.

p/s: thank you Allah for all these wonderful 20 years of life, ups and downs that i am having. Alhamdulillah :)