I got home at 5:30 p.m. I heated my pasta sauce and rinsed sticking-to-each-other ravioli under hot water. While the pasta sauce on the stove, I took a shower. I was still showering in the dark. Damn this maintainance people. I'd better go and get myself those round bulb at Home Depot and fix it myself.
I called my mother 6:30 p.m. It was 7:30 a.m local time and it was Hari Raya Haji morning. My mother was in the kitchen heating up her chicken rendang. My sister KN was menebar 2 kilos of roti jala. Oh.boy....I'm drooling as I am logging this. Dipping roti jala in a day old chicken curry is one luxuries I miss. I guess I could make roti jala myself because it doesn't take much for its ingredients. Flour, coconut milk diluted with water and a pinch of salt. But, there is a HUGE BUT.................
I wished my mother and my sister Selamat Hari Raya and asked for forgiveness from them. As usual I hear and feel the sadness and longiness vibration in my mother's voice everytime I talk to her. I know she misses me, but she misses my other two brothers. They are just a phone away from her, but they do not make an effort to keep in touch with her. They are too busy with their families and their lives. What can I do to ease her pain.......
Ahhhhhhh...well, I wish them all the best.
This is one of new Hari Raya songs that has its own strength and deep sense of Hari Raya every time I listen to it. And I don't think anybody can do better than M.Nasir
Comments