Wednesday, February 15, 2006

I'll Be Right Here If You Need Me.


No I am not in a hurry to leave for somewhere I don't want to go. I'll be right here if you need me. All you have to do is give me a call. It's only twenty minutes from Damansara Perdana and twenty minutes is pretty fast to get here now that I am familiar with the areas around PJ. The most important thing is, do you really like the place? Does everything look alright to you? Do you like the room?

This place is Holiday Inn compared with the one you used to say in Penang, Aunt Su. Don't worry about how much, I've got it all figured out. Of course she doesn't have to know that I am going to go see some people tomorrow to make arrangement for the money to be transferred to her name in case I go down in my sleep or something. That way she will always have something to eat and a place to stay to keep her going.

Being all alone at the apartment isn't all that bad. I've got until July to wait before my life will take a new twist going to school for the first time again hoping to make something good out of this. This is better since I don't have to worry about Aunt Su because she will be taken care of, and most importantly she will have a lot of friends to chat with about anything that she otherwise wouldn't talk about with me.

These past few days we've got a lot of rain. Aunt Su and I enjoy watching the black clouds climbing over the hills to envelope our apartment before they swoop down towards the valley, spraying the living room with small droplets before they got bigger and bigger, turning into raindrops to pounce on the glass doors. We sit for hours sipping coffee, cup after cup, watching the rain in silence as the sky above us swirl and churn as if the world is coming to an end beginning right here at Damansara Perdana.

She needs a new pair of comfortable shoes to wear around the place so her feet won't get cold that the dull pain can go up to her knees if there's no one there to apply minyak afiat at night. She said she doesn't need them because the one I bought her are still good but I said those are not meant for you to wear in the house. Besides those are patent leather. You don't wear patent leather shoes in the house, unless you are queen of England.

Aunt Su doesn't have much to pack. All her clothes are in two suitcases that we brought from Dungun. There's a few stacks of nice dresses in the closet which she doesn't want to pack together with the rest of her clothes because she said those are too trendy. But I said those are nice clothes that I got for you. Forget it, I am not going to argue with you. I shouldn't.

Isn't it nice if you can be just like the lady in the picture, looking so peaceful and happy as if this is as heaven as heaven gets.

11 Comments:

Blogger AuntyN said...

This is the best decision for Aunt Su. She will be well taken care off, you are near and available.

All she need to know is that there is someone who loves her very much nearby, someone who will never let her down. You have given her more than she bargain for.

As for you, go and get your degree with an open mind. It's never too late as Kak Teh said, it will be worth it.

6:30 PM  
Blogger Noni said...

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6:37 PM  
Blogger Noni said...

it will be Ok Berg... insya Allah... I'll pray for her and for you.

6:44 PM  
Blogger The Green Highlighter said...

Oh let her wear those damn slippers. After all, isn't she supposed to be YOUR queen?

6:54 PM  
Blogger demonsinme said...

To Master Bergen and to his beloved Aunt Su,

This is something I wrote some time back for the people that I love and cherised most. I'm dedicating it to you and your lovely Aunt Su -

If it rains tonight at your place tonight,
Its haven shedding tears for all your sadness for me,
If the winds blow so soothingly gentle at your place tonight,
Its haven blanketing you with love and care for me,
If the shines so beautifully bright at your place tonight,
Its haven lighting your dark lonely night for me,

I am but a weak weak man,
with great great love for you.
Lost that I am, without your guiding cane.
Death would be mine, if ever I lost you.

To the haven I begged,
Give everything I'll do,
So that you that I love so true,
Never be shaded by blue.

You have a good heart and a good soul Master Bergen. Haven's love would never grow old for you.

Blessed be you.

7:13 PM  
Blogger Noni said...

Berg...
for the indoor slippers try Scholl's sandals with the green jelly thing on the insoles. It's non-slip... waterproof and ada good 'suspension'. I got a pair for my Mom and she loves it. Kat Wantama ada kedai Scholl first floor new wing.

8:59 AM  
Blogger anne said...

I am sure deep inside Aunt Su really appreciates all that you've done for her. You missing her already?

9:05 AM  
Blogger thinktankgal said...

Glad that everything went well...All the best, Bergen! Insyallah!

10:42 AM  
Blogger nadya said...

InsyaAllah aunt su will be okay.. dont worry berg.

..peluk cium untuk aunt su

10:48 AM  
Blogger mommy@lif said...

i got annoyed every time mak said that she prays hard that she will leave us while she's still sehat and not bedridden so that we need not to burden ourselves to take care of her. but she ages, i notice she's gradually change to a more sensitive person now. may be Aunt Su doesn't feel right to susahkan you to take care of her? they may misinterpret our signals..kan? but nonetheless hoping the best for both of you

12:41 PM  
Blogger bergen said...

AuntyN: Yes, ma'am. This plan had better work because I don't think we've got all that many choices to work this out.

Noni: Thank you, madam.

TGHL: I am going to get her the Scholl, the kind Noni got her mom.

DIM: I can never thank you enough for your kind words, sir.

Anne: She's going to be in PJ so it isn't that bad. It's only 20 minutes from where I am.

Thinktankgal: Thank you, ma'am.

Nadya: Thank you, ma'am.

Alif's Mommy: Yes, as they get older they become someone we don't know. They become someone different.Completely. Sometimes they become bitter with life, annoyed with those they love, and have a quarrel with everything including themselves. They become mean and demanding. Sometimes impossible to live with.

The trick is, just be thankful for the chance to be a classroom to learn a thing or two about patience. It's the best class because the teacher is you. Chances are you will never graduate but when all the crying is done, you feel you could have done more.

Look forward to coming to class, Alif's Mommy. It's the best way to keep you going without being bitter for something you may think you don't deserve.

1:48 PM  

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