kiranya pedih hati riang
Back in 80′s, late afternoon – on a day when sun is so bright and shadowed by the trees on the west – we, the whole family would pack a ‘kopi ais‘ in red thermos and ‘biskut majerin‘, an inch rectangle size biscuits which you can easily get from ‘Kedai Runcit‘ – and we all went to ‘Kute‘ till dawn.
‘Kute‘ is an area where we have our sawah padi.
Although it was not our own land, my dad will ‘pawah‘ it with the land owner so this would becomes our main source of income to support us all.
Me and my sisters, we sat under a coconut tree at ‘atas gong‘, a pieces of higher land surround by ‘lelalang‘ bush that always waving non-stop blown by the strong wind.
Nearby, there is a rambutan tree, which my dad at one time fall from it and had to go hospital for a minor injury checkup.
At that time, two of my younger brother still very young to play around with me. Looking below the land, there are yellowing crops and ready to be cut and later to be stack together. You could catch ‘belalang kuning‘ that hopping from one stack to another stack of ‘padi‘.
My mum would put a red color ‘kain batik sarung‘ on top of her head to avoid the heat of the sun and she would asking my other sister to help her cut the crops with the ‘sabit‘ knife.
Not far from her, my dad would pick those stack of paddy leaf which have been cut off and smash it on a wooden box which have four ‘tiang‘ built by bamboo and warp around with a white yellowish ‘guni baja‘ and inside it there is a small wooden stair.
I would run on the ‘batas-batas‘ between the ‘relung‘ and jumping across when I see the gap that use to ‘alirkan‘ a water from the main ‘parit air‘.
I would lay on top of the stack of crop which has been ‘ketam‘ looking up on the blue sky…
Wishing someday, a day that I would be better person, a better man and a loveable person.
And now, does ‘kiranya pedih hati riang‘ when you’re crave to love someone…
lihatlah kemesraan
sawahku bersama hidupku
lihatlah kemesraan
padiku bersama hatiku
dicelah lumpur yang ku langkah
bersama peluh yang mengalir
kulerai padi yang tersikat
kiranya pedih hati riang
lihatlah keindahan awan
mencelah langit biru
lihatlah keindahan
kampung halaman gunung-ganang
biarkan kepedihan
kita hadapi dan tempuhi
biarkan kepedihan
inilah riwayat petani
pada Ilahi doa restu
lindungilah kami selalu
senyum menyimpul rahsia hati
inilah riwayat petani
December 21st, 2008 at 2:31 pm
waah such a vivid description of the kg life near the paddy field
budleee´s last thought..Made it
December 21st, 2008 at 8:31 pm
se…mu ni tok ingat ko gu gu ko? jenguk2la web gu gu kito…kalu ada sapa2 tu blehlah chatting…citer hidup kito gu gu…
saujanahati´s last thought..Denggi
December 22nd, 2008 at 10:27 am
Bud; some part of my life which I really miss it lately…
December 22nd, 2008 at 10:27 am
Pojee, ader visit… tapi tak sempatlah nak chatting2;
December 22nd, 2008 at 10:58 am
ok…mlm tadi aku jmpa nije…dia kata ada jumpa mu..ok la tu dgr khabar saing2 pun ok doh…
saujanahati´s last thought..Denggi
December 23rd, 2008 at 10:20 am
salam, i think u can be a good writer. specifically for children’s story book.
honestly, i always looking forward to read ur blog everyday.
December 23rd, 2008 at 10:40 am
Pojee… ha ah aku jumpa Nizammudin…it’s good to catch up with him
December 23rd, 2008 at 10:41 am
Ida, Wow! Thanks…someday perhaps; I luv to write children illustration books;
December 23rd, 2008 at 1:07 pm
‘kiranya pedih – hati riang’, aye?
pretty deep.
December 23rd, 2008 at 1:25 pm
Shahe, you notices that! It’s the nicest feeling every human want to have but it can be hurtful and hardly every human want to take it seriously
December 23rd, 2008 at 8:49 pm
Sejak kecik sampailah kja Form 5, kja tinggal ‘berjiran’ dgn sawah padi..Nope, the sawah padi did not belong to my parents (they were both school teachers).. Kja masih ingat bau tanah sawah yg baru dibajak dan the thrill bila air dari taliair baru dilepaskan…
kak ja´s last thought..Ada Org Nak Kena Parang Panjang Nih!! (Part 1)
December 23rd, 2008 at 9:41 pm
Kak Ja, betul tu… although I didn’t like the smell of the sawah padi..but everytime I pass by any sawah padi, its remind me how much love have been put by my parents to make me where I’m now..it’s jerih which at no time we as a children will ever paid them;