Si Empat Sekawan

One day we got hit by a serious bout of homefoodsickness. Lina would understand pefectly what i mean. i was just about to write an entry of what aku serbu dulu the moment kita sampai singapore. and no, it's not our parents..hahaha...

ok, so anyway, The Hasbern felt like good old sop bontot that day *oh my god i feel a fit of giggles coming...a personal pun there...*giggles** let's not even think of how un-aesthetic the name is. i felt like good food for money. trust me, in this land where they charge exorbitant prices for cooked food, you come across banyak tempat yang indah khabar dari rasa.

so anywhere kita dah mogok tak nak pergi Latansa lagi sebab dia punya serving punyalah cinonet setotet-let. we went to Bintang Cafe, a really small place which gives you a real warong-makan-in-indonesia feel the moment you step into it. they were playing all these lagu indonesia 70-an which gave me goosebumps cos they remind me so much of listening to radio warna during maghrib, you know, those songs they play before/after azan.. and all those times as a small kid you just listened to whatever your parents listened to on the radio.
so desperate i was to reconnect with what i heard that i called mak and actually hummed the songs for her to identify the title/artistes. and she threw up names like Tetty Kady, Titiek Puspa, Titiek Sandhora, The Mercy (i'm sure you heard of this very poignant song which goes Ayah/dengarkanlah/aku ingin menyanyi/walau airmata di pipiku). fwah...very the nostalgia

yeah, so anyway, Bintang serves such good food. i had mie ayam jamur pangsit (mee ayam with wantan). The Hasbern had his fetish while Ilhan had tahu telur. with teh botol of course.




so anyway, when we got back home, there was a huge parcel at the door. someone was very happy obviously. someone feigned ignorance as to what's inside when someone has already explicitly indicated someone's interest in a particular yellow sports car/robot to anyone who would listen.









dan sesungguhnya dengan ketibaan barang hantaran ni, maka LENGKAPLAH koleksi si mamat. he has Megatron, Optimus Prime and Ramjet speedposted by his favourite Maman Farhan (thanks maman!) and he's got an-almost Bumble Bee from Tok Jamil. he's the happiest 2.5-yr old around, one who sings "Transformers, robots in disguise" in a pseudo robotic voice ad-nauseum macam rekod rosak.



tetapi tekalah sesungguhnya siapa yang pening kepala dengan kehadiran Empat Sekawan ni? ya...tak lain dan tak bukan, makbapak dia. kenapa? sememangnya si Empat Sekawan ni kan suka bertukar-tukar rupa, dan sesungguhnya mekanismenya tak terbuat oleh Si Kecik, maka....

"Ibu/Baba, jadikan dia robot"
"Alahhhh...ibu tak paham lah buat-buat ni semua...."
"Alah ibu tengok paper dia lah, kan ada gambar"
<after several chest-thumping attempts>
*sumpah seranah* "Mak kauuuu...."
"Jangan cakap makkau, tak baik kan!"
<after more silent Mak Kauuusss>
"Eh pening lah kepala aku buat benda ni!"
"Eh mana boleh cakap aku, tak bagus kan."

and all of a sudden he turns into Anthony Robbins.

"Come on ibu, you can do it"
"Alah...pening lah kepala, ilhan tengok paper dia buat sendiri lah"
"Ibu kan tahu, ibu kan boleh buat. You can do it."

and when i finally transformed the yellow sportscar into Bumblebee...

"OK ibu...sekarang jadikan dia car ok?"

aku transform jadi hantu kang baru tahu.

that got me into another round of tears, so Baba painstakingly spent a few hours figuring it out.

bukan tu je, bila naik kereta...

"Ibu, kereta kita boleh transform jadi Transformer tak?

our 17-year old haprak hatchback yang kemek sana sini tu? i don't think so.