Hari Ahad,
kami lepak di Muzium Negara. Muzium dah banyak berubah, nicer now. Classier,
even. I remembered the museum being a huge place as a child, and scary even.
Especially the huge burung garuda they had then. But I suppose as a child
everything looked big.
But what I
wanted to write about is not the museum itself, but what happened just before I
entered.
Masa nak masuk
entrance tu (I keep calling the building the stadium instead of museum. Kuat
dan banyak kali pulak tu. Cheh), ada sekumpulan wanita Arab (aku rasa),
berjubah dan berpurdah. Elok dan cantik sangat aku tengok. Depa tengah duduk
dekat entrance tu, berborak-borak dengan seorang lelaki mat salleh ni. Kami
berempat masuk, berhenti kejap kat depan kedai cenderamata tu.
Terdengar
seorang wanita memberi salam.
Assalamualaikum
sister.
(Aku pun
pusing) Waalaikumussalam.
Are
you muslim?
(Duhh hahaha) Yes.
Dilagakan
pipinya dengan pipi aku. Sambil tu dia tarik lengan baju aku turun. Hahaha.
Keluar toilet tadi, aku sinsing lengan baju aku ke siku. Bila dipanjangkan
lengan baju, masih tak tutup lengan aku sepenuhnya. Kira-kira 7/8 covered, just
above the wrists. She gestured at her jubbah and said something like this is
good, u need to cover your arms or something to that effect. Syukurlah I was
wearing a loose fitting skirt or else she would have pointed at my huge ass.
I wasn’t
offended. Haha. Who am I kidding. I don’t
get offended easily.
Then she
looked at Emma who was wearing her tudung, bless her heart.
This
is very good. Alhamdulillah.
Dicium-ciumnya
pipi si Emma.
Alhamdulillah,
Alhamdulillah. (Carries Aisha) Girl or boy?
Girl.
(Smile. Aisha of course tak pakai tudung)
Alhamdulillah,
Alhamdulillah.
We smiled, and
each went our ways.
Kadang-kadang,
we need gentle reminders such as these.
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Gahhhh. Most
my tops have 3/4 sleeves!