Kisah Budak Sekolah Dewasa Yang Nakal
I had my Arabic and Tajweed tests this week. Last Monday was Arabic.
We did the written test in the morning. Myself and Ms. As finished the paper early. And we can’t take the checking and rechecking and rechecking anymore, both of us decided to pass up the paper early.
As usual, whenever we had free time from the class like when the teacher cut the class short for a meeting or when the teacher could not come, both of us would go to Bateel near my house (which is only five minutes drive from the centre), get us those rich-with-chicken-and-amat-sedap chicken pie and the gebu-gebu donut. Then we would hang out at my place bersuka ria. By now I really don’t care that my house is like the broken junk. Janji makan chicken pie bateel.
So we did the same that day. yay yayy chicken pie. Our second session of the arabic test for dictation and reading should start at 10. We have one hour to spend. Mafi mushkila (no problem). However, it must be that our clock’s timing is not the same, for while we were bersuka ria, one of our classmates called Ms. As and asking where we were. Dah nak start exam ni.
Ayooo lagi mau basuh mulut, lagi mau lilit tudung. Lagi mau drive.
As we got in the class, my arabic teacher was a bit upset. “Because you were late, we cannot start on the imlak and we had to start on the reading first. And since you made everybody wait, both of you will read the last!!” Gulp. If you do know a Palestinian woman, you would feel kinda scared seeing her raised her voice. They have strong personality. And I felt that the rest of the students were just staring us down.
Ana asifah (I am sorry), said Ms As. I err couldn’t muster to say that in public.
Ms As felt really guilty though. It somehow reminded me of my school days. I am kinda immune with teacher’s wrath, really. If everyday you go to school, you know at least once a day you kena sindir dengan cikgu (minimal), you have start building around you a wall against any authoritative figure. And plus my arabic teacher was laughing off after that and joking why we didn’t bring any food for her.
But unlike the anger I felt for my teachers then, I did feel a bit guilty. Reason is because I like her and it is not a nice feeling to know that I have displeased her.
Today, on our tajweed exam day, I bumped into her while were parking our car. All smiling and chirpy. And she said, “Oh! Lollies you know I have marked all the papers. And you got 100%”
Really? Alhamdullilah! And there I was gloating here and there. What a wonderful news before the tajweed exam.
“I am very please,” She said. Oh fly fly fly.
So after finishing the tajweed exam (early), I nudged Ms As, “Jom pergi bateel and get something for our cikgu arab”. So we gave her the rich-with-chicken-and-amat-sedap chicken pie and the gebu-gebu donut. She was happy. And she asked, are you giving me this because of the other day?
I said noooooo. I am giving you this because you give me full marks.
So if no full mark, no bateel?
Of course no. Hahhahahaha.
This time round, dah dewasa ni, I am not so nakallah. Tapi apakah motive entry ini sebenarnya?
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