Copy the notes on the blackboard.
Cikgu, saya tak bawak buku.
It's okay, salin dalam kertas, nanti tampal.
Saya tak ada kertas.
Fine, pinjam dengan kawan.
(A piece of a ticket-sized paper was pulled out)
Cikgu, saya salin atas ni saja lah.
Mana boleh muat, kertas tu kan kecil.
Alah, cikgu ni, saya malas lah nak salin. Buang masa saya je.
Excuse me?
Nota cikgu bagi tak berguna pun.
What?
Gaji cikgu berapa? Kalau setakat dua tiga ribu tu tak payah berlagak la.
(I was stunned, but still in my patience sky)
Apa kaitan gaji saya dengan kamu?
Mak bapak saya pun tak paksa-paksa macam cikgu la.
La, I just want you to copy the notes. Nak ke tak nak ke, punya pasal kamu la. Bukan masalah saya.
Tau pun. Yang cikgu nak menyibuk hal saya kenapa? Mak bapak saya pun tak busy body mcm cikgu.
Aha.. siapa nama mak ayah kamu?
(Silence)
(The kid went out from the class)
(Back home, I noticed a long obvious scratch on the right butt of my car)
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3 comments:
seriously???!!! my god, wani, seriously, u gotta talk to that kid!! this has gone too far!!
i talked to him, but in the school, that kind of situation is normal. its common for the teachers' cars to have their "surname"/"fathers' name" written on the car. luckily mine wasn't that bad though. and i was warned if i take an extra step further, the kid might do worse, eg stealing the car, spare parts etc. xpe, i doa je biar parents dia pay the price, kalau tak kat dunia, kat akhirat bleh jawab. kenapa tak didik anak betul2. i beliefs, those kind of attitudes come from home. its the parents who have to mould the child.
woit, kurang ajar nyer budak!
kalo aku dah lama dah, tp yela takut jugak kita ni pompuan...
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