Saturday, August 23, 2014

Cerita Pendek : Village Girls

Posted by Mars Laini at 7:58 PM 0 comments
*cerita ini hanya rekaan semata-mata sekadar untuk menajamkan lagi skill menulis saya, okay dah jom baca*

Di satu petang yang hening di sebuah kampung yang aman permai, lapan orang sahabat yang baru tiba dari bandar sedang sibuk dengan acara masing-masing.

*Di perkarangan kebun rambutan Mak Esah*

"Im, yang sebelah kiri tu nampak besar. Ambillah sekali" jelas suara irna dari bawah pokok rambutan itu.

Terkial-kial Im cuba menarik dahan yang dikatakan oleh irna tersebut. Sementara balqis sedang sibuk mengunyah rambutan yang telah dikait dibawah.

"Wei qis, janganlah asyik makan je. Tolonglah kait sekali. Tu yang dahan paling rendah tu boleh capai dengan tangan dah" kata irna.

"Sedap awak bagi arahan yang awak dari tadi duk tercegat tak tolong apa-apa boleh pulak" balas balqis.

"Eh yang lain mana?" kata irna cuba mengubah topik.

Di sepanjang jalan untuk ke kebun rambutan, faten sedang mengayuh basikal sementara mas membonceng di belakangnya.

"Ish lambat lagi kita. Nanti habis rambutan tu diorang bantai" kata faten sambil mendengus.

"Lahh tadi awak yang nak makan aiskrim dekat kedai pak mat tu. Siapa yang lambat sekarang?" kata mas.

"Hahaha hari panas sangatlah. Harap adalah sedikit rambutan untuk kita" kata faten sambil mengayuh lebih laju.

Tanpa mereka sedari ada yang lebih laju mengayuh di belakang mereka.

"Faten!!! Mass!!!! Tepii!!! Tepii!!!!" kata Ana yang mula hilang kawalan terhadap basikalnya. Kebetulan pula dia membonceng Nab dibelakang basikalnya juga. Nab sudah pun menutup matanya, tak sanggup untuk menghadapi apa yang terjadi.

"Makkkk!!!" jerit faten.

Skreeetttttt!!! Kabushh!!! Kedengaran bunyi tayar basikal bergeser dengan tanah diikuti bunyi percikan air. Ana telah hilang kawalan terhadap basikalnya, merempuh faten dan mas sebelum mereka berempat terpelanting ke dalam tali air berdekatan. Basikal mereka juga turut tercampak masuk ke dalam air.

Kemudian Ibah datang dengan santai bersama basikalnya dan memandang ke arah mereka sebelum tergelak besar.

"Ana!! Apa ni?? Kenapa bawak basikal laju sangat" kata faten selepas tercungap-cungap keluar daripada air. Mas sudah pun memakai semula kaca matanya yang turut terpelanting tadi. Kelihatannya kabur kerana basah terendam air.

"Kami ingat kami dah lambat tadi sebab tu saya kasuh cepat-cepat" kata Ana sambil menarik Nab bangun daripada air. Mujurlah tali air itu cetek sahaja. Mereka pun bukannya pandai berenang sangat.

"Hahahahaha korang semua nampak macam baru balik daripada berkubang" jelas Ibah dengan gelak tawanya yang masih tersisa.

"Shut it Ibah kalau tak awak pulak yang berenang kat sana" kata faten.

Oleh kerana tayar basikal mereka telah bengkok kedua-duanya, mereka mengambil keputusan untuk menutun sahaja basikal-basikal itu dan berjalan kaki. Ibah turut turun daripada basikalnya dan berjalan beriiringan bersama mereka. Sahabatlah katakan.

"Kita basah macam ni sebab rambutan. Kalau rambutan dah habis nanti sia-sia saja usaha kita bergelumang air sawah tadi" kata mas sambil memerah bajunya yang masih tersisa air.

"Apa susah. Kalau rambutan dah habis kita panjat lagi" kata Ibah.

"Good idea. Awak yang panjat nanti" kata Ana sambil menuding ke arah Ibah.

Sesampainya mereka di kebun rambutan itu, kelihatan Im terkial-kial memanjat dan memetik rambutan di julai yang tinggi sementara irna dan balqis bersenang-lenang dibawah pokok.

"Amboi amboi. Awak biarkan Im panjat sorang-sorang sedangkan awak berdua bersantai kat bawah ni" kata faten sambil bercekak pinggang.

"Eh dah sampai. Eh kenapa basah empat orang ni?" kata irna sambil menunjuk ke arah mas, faten, ana dan nab.

"Tak nak cakap pasal tu lagi. Mana rambutan kami?" kata Nab.

"Wei korang kalau nak makan sama tolonglah panjat sekali. Aku sorang tak larat nak panjat ni" laung Im dari atas.

Dengan semangat setia kawan mereka bekerjasama mengait buah rambutan tersebut. Oleh kerana baju mereka tidak basah, irna, balqis dan ibah mula memanjat dan menolong Im memetik rambutan yang tinggi. Sementara nab, mas, faten dan ana menarik-narik dahan yang boleh mereka capai.

Hampir banyak rambutan yang mereka kumpul, mereka sama-sama duduk dibawah pokok itu dan memulakan pesta rambutan. Dengan gembira mereka makan sambil berbual-bual sebelum satu perkara tragis terjadi. Kelihatan balqis seperti kelihatan tercekik sesuatu.

"Uhukk.. uhukk.. biji.. rambutan.. tersekat" kata balqis tersekat-sekat.

Dengan pantas Nab dan Im yang berada bersebelahannya menepuk-nepuk belakang balqis, sementara yang lain tergelak terbahak-bahak melihat situasi tersebut.

"Tulahh qis, time makan jangan gelak banyak sangat. Kan dah tercekik" kata faten sambil tergelak lagi.

"Diam ahh!" kata balqis setelah biji rambutan itu berjaya dikeluarkan.

Setelah selesai makan rambutan tersebut, mereka mengumpulkan sisa-sisa dan sampah untuk dibuang. 

"Harap lepas ni kita dapat lagi rasa pengalaman kampung ni" kata Ibah sambil tersengih ke arah yang lain.

Dengan senyuman mereka semua berlumba pulang ke rumah masing-masing.

O.N.D.A.K.E.Y.B.O.A.R.D.
harap cerita ni tidak membosankan and of course, mas masukkan diri sendiri dan kawan-kawan dalam cerita ni.. do left your comment about this story kay.. thanks :D 


Sunday, August 17, 2014

Broken Wings

Posted by Mars Laini at 10:21 AM 0 comments
Once upon a time, there lived a little girl by herself. Her mother and father had passed away a long long time ago when she was still very small. The fairy godmother loved her very much for she was an unfortunate and innocent child. The fairy gave her a pair of beautiful, white wings when she grew a little bit older. The fairy said to her "these wings, will help you, make you strong and happy, although you are all alone in this world".

The little girl indeed was very happy after she got the wings. She would fly every day wherever she want, playing with the birds and butterflies, picking the fruits on the highest peaks of trees, reaching the highest peaks of the beautiful mountains, all she did happily by herself and her wings.

One day, she flew a bit low from usually to take a closer look at a blue lake she caught by passing. Beside the lake, there was a small village, full of its people doing their daily chores. Amazed, that little girl landed at the village. She had been longed to know how is it to have few friends in her life as she's alone for a long time.

The villagers were very amazed to a little girl with a pair of beautiful wings. They never seen such girl before. The little girl was welcomed in the village. Everyone wanted to be her friends and she was very happy at first.

Day by day she met a lot of people. "Little girl, can you help to lift this bricks? I'm not strong enough." ask one of the villagers. "But I'm not strong enough too. Look at my little hands." said the girl. "Ah, but you can use your wings to lift the bricks right?" demand the villager. Thinking to help the poor villager, the little girl used her wings to lift the heavy and dirty bricks, staining her white wings. Once the work has done, the villagers left without saying thank you to her.

The next day other villager, a woman, come to see her. "Little girl, can you please make this fire bigger? I want to bake some breads. Use you wings to blow the fire." ask the woman. Innocently, the little girl just do what she wanted. As the fire grew bigger, unintentionally one of her wings caught the fire. She screamed for the woman's help, but the woman, feared that the fire would spread to her house, she threw the little girl out of her house and slammed shut the door.

That little girl sobbed knowing she had lost one of her wing. But the ruthless villagers still want to take advantage of her. 

"Can we take your feathers from the wings? We believe that it can cure any illness we get." and then all the villagers that once said they were her friends, started to plucked every feather they can get from the little girl's only wing left.

"Stop! Stop! It hurts!" said the little girl. But the villagers didn't stop neither hear her cries. They kept plucking the feathers until there were nothing left. For that, the little girl completely lost both of her wings. Knowing that she cannot be use anymore, the villagers threw her out of their village to the nearby forest.

Through days and nights, she cried alone, hoping that those 'friends' of her would help her as she had help them before, but none of them come back for her. She had lost her wings for the one she thought were her loyal friends but they were just ruthless people, who took advantages on her ability.

 End.

Baiklah daripada cerita kat atas anda semua ni yang mana? That little girl? Or those villagers? Fikirlah sendiri.

O.N.D.A.K.E.Y.B.O.A.R.D.
True friends are rare to find. These days, you will just see clowns who disguise as angels .

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Jalan Putih

Posted by Mars Laini at 2:40 PM 0 comments
Seluas bumi Tuhan sekerdil hambaNya
Namun sudah biasa
Dipulaukan manusia

Seolah-olah asing pada pandangan
Jalan kecil yang terbentang di hadapan
Sunyi, putih
Seakan-akan menunggu, memanggil

Dingin nafas yang dihirup
Sedingin udara yang menghembus
Aman dalam belaian kasih sayang
Yang maha Esa

Kuatkan aku, cekalkan aku
Di liku liku salji ini
Di jalan yang Kau tunjukkan ini
Hindarkan aku
Daripada segala celaan dunia
Lindungi aku
Dalam pelukan rahmatMu

Dan aku akan terus melangkah
Hadapan dan ke hadapan lagi
Di jalan putih itu

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Pitter Patter of the Raindrops

Posted by Mars Laini at 11:03 PM 0 comments
Assalamualaikum..

Life.. is not always bright. The sun will not always shine. The sky will not always blue. But I've learn something. Something that I think, only me will understand.

Not all sunshine gives you warmth
I've learn to dance in the rain
The raindrops caress me as they tell me something

Each drop from the heaven
Makes the earth alive once again
So do me

The pat of the rain on my head
Is just like a mother
Who pats her child
Smoothly, soothingly, calmly

Sometimes the dark clouds indeed
Bring thunders and lighting
But they teach me
Not to be afraid, not to be scared
As they too are one of us

I'm not always looking forward for sunny days. As me is truly a Pluviophile, I prefer the rain at most. Weird huh? Never mind I love being me :)

 
 

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