Menarik apa yang tertulis dalam sebuah e-book keluaran Bank Negara Malaysia (BNM) tentang SKC. “Jangan tertipu dengan nama skim pelaburan hanya kerana ia kelihatan menarik atau profesional. Broker profesional, penasihat pelaburan dan ejen insurans harus mendaftar dengan pihak berkuasa.”
Jadi antara kaedah mengenali SCK ialah dengan cara mempastikan bahawa ianya berdaftar dengan pihak berkuasa. Jika tidak berdaftar, maka jelaslah bahawa ianya adalah SCK. Bagi mereka yang pernah ‘terkena’ dengan SCK, anda pastinya masih ingat tentang pelbagai alasan yang diberikan kepada anda apabila anda bertanya tentang status syarikat atau skim yang ditawarkan.
Namun berdaftar dengan pihak berkuasa sahaja masih belum cukup untuk ‘membebaskan’ satu-satu syarikat itu daripada menjadi salah satu dari syarikat yang terlibat dengan SCK. Syarikat FINA yang saya sertai sebagai Penasihat Syariah adalah syarikat yang berdaftar tetapi menjalankan perniagaan yang berasaskan kepada SCK.
Berdasarkan kepada peraturan BNM, mana-mana syarikat yang ingin melibatkan diri dalam menawarkan skim pelaburan kepada orang ramai mestilah terlebih dahulu mendapat kebenaran bertulis dari BNM. Jika tidak syarikat tersebut boleh didakwa di bawah Akta Pencegahan Pengubahan Wang Haram, Pencegahan Pembiayaan Keganasan dan Hasil daripada Aktiviti Haram 2001 dan juga Akta Bank dan Institusi Kewangan 1989 kerana terlibat dalam aktiviti pengambilan deposit secara haram.
Jadi kalau ada yang datang ‘approach’ anda untuk membuat pelaburan dengan tawaran keuntungan yang ‘gila-gila’, minta dulu bukti pendaftaran syarikat dan juga kelulusan dari BNM untuk menerima pelaburan. Jika tiada, ucapkan selamat tinggal. Usah tunggu lagi. Lagi lama anda tunggu, lagi mudah anda ‘dicairkan’ oleh ejen-ejen SCK yang sememangnya amat ‘profesional’. Dalam syarikat FINA yang saya sertai dahulu, yang menjadi salah seorang Pengarah syarikat adalah seorang PEGUAM! Hebat kan?
Searching for a selecting a college or university is one of the most important activities you’ll undertake in your life. It determines much of your future as much as or even more than buying your first house, finding a soul-mate and getting married, applying for and accepting a new job and other major moments in your life. Paying for college is also the biggest purchase you’ll likely make in your life other than a house. Searching for a college to attend can be confusing, complicated, and time-consuming. The Ten Things You Need To Know About College provides you with information about colleges and universities that will help make your college search informed and successful.
I would like to take a moment to praise the author’s effort in trying to reach out and educate the public. The author’s open our eyes about what we need to know about college. Some people lost their way, what they need to do when they get offer from college/university.
This book also explain about strategic minded means that how you should plan where you’ll headed as institutions and how you’ll get there. College and universities are a lot like businesses. They work very hard to get students register at their places to make students aware about their college/universities . They tried their best to provide best facilities and campuses to their future students. So, as students, you need to need to be strategic and competitive as well, this is because you will face major competition and that’s means you need to market yourself too. You need to plots out strategy that consist of what you need to do, when you’ll do it, and how you’ll do it.
What makes you need to buy this book is that the author’s also share about you major of studies. The author explain, your major probably won’t define your life or your future career. Because there are plenty of people that what they do now does not same with what their major is. You need to be an explorer, open to new ideas, adventuresome, intellectually curious, mentally agile, and intent on finding something.
On top of that, this book also explain to you about study abroad. When you join a program to study abroad, you will get opportunity to live and study abroad. discovering what it’s like to be a foreigner is a challenging but mind-expanding experience. You should grab opportunities when your college/university offer a program to study abroad. You will learn so much about their culture, language and etc.
I highly recommend this book to students that just finish their high school or to people that wish to further their studies.
I WALKED into the 21st century with baggage, armed with the awareness that something had to change and that I needed to start with a commitment to improve myself. I have the genes of pro-active parents who often spoke about self- improvement and being a better person so that we could serve others. I only started thinking about this as an adult when I was thoroughly exhausted by the insecurities of my childhood.
Courses in leadership, language proficiency and business practice almost immediately made me better at managing the kindergarten. I signed up for hypnotherapy, neuro-linguistic programming and coaching too. The objective was to learn how to help others but actually I needed to learn how to help myself.
In 2002, I went to Singapore to listen to Anthony Robbins, the world-famous motivational guru. The Indoor Stadium was filled with thousands of people encouraged by his rah-rah cheerleading style as he spoke about personal excellence in every aspect of life. I’d never seen or heard anything like it. The experience opened a window in my mind.
I translated personal excellence into social work. I joined Kiwanis, an international community of over 215,000 volunteers and 8,200 service clubs in 80 countries dedicated to improving the lives of children.
This was an especially rewarding experience — managing the club, driving membership, raising funds, and then developing an agenda and executing projects. It was a leadership position which offered a new perspective – you can’t be bossy with volunteers. They need to be engaged in a special way.
I was blessed with a fabulous team who loved charitable work. We raised a substantial amount of funds which was then distributed to children in need and various other causes. We visited many orphanages and homes to understand the needs of these marginalised children. Over those years, it was quite an eye-opener to see so many children and babies left in the care of strangers like that.
This work caught the attention of the Malaysian Women’s Weekly magazine which presented me the Great Women of Our Time – Education and Public Service award in 2007. Another award, this time from Utusan Karya, followed in 2008.
It was a great honour to be recognised like that in such a short time. I didn’t expect it because I already felt highly rewarded by the act of social service itself. It’s something I strongly recommend — everyone must serve society in some way, it’s really good for the soul. As I happily accepted these awards, a question popped in my head: shouldn’t I be working for children with cleft lip and palate? I had worked hard and sincerely for other causes, and it gave me great satisfaction. Had I short-changed myself because I was too embarrassed to bring it up? I think so.
That year, I listened to leadership guru Robin Sharma speaking in Kuala Lumpur. He had a calm, soothing manner as he spoke about overcoming his own adversity. The word “heal” came up and another little window opened, this time in my heart. I began to examine my feelings in a new way. He planted a big question: “ What is your life purpose?”
Thinking that I might indeed find my life purpose, I signed up for neuro-linguistic programming. Trainer Andreas Dorn taught the class to take charge of our minds, and therefore our results. My focus improved. I even influenced my children with these ideas. It showed positively in their schoolwork. I was inching my way forward. I could feel my head getting organised but my heart was still a wreck. I was nowhere near telling my then husband or the children the truth about me.
Still, I was on to something. I had flashbacks of my childhood. I remembered the nights I lay in bed and in my little-girl way asking God “why me?” over and over again. On some nights, before I fell asleep, I would transport myself and play a game in my head. It was like a movie with me as the lead actress and occasionally in a supporting role. There were all kinds of scenes, mostly happy ones with an imaginary husband and even children. I saw myself as normal and beautiful.
As a child, when I was alone, especially at night, there was no one to talk to except my Creator. It was like talking to a friend. As a teenager, I would scrutinise my face in the mirror and be overcome by the dreadful, sinking feeling that I was hideous. Then I would stuff tissue paper into my nose to give it some shape. To God, I would say “make me pretty” with perfect faith and child-like innocence.
There were days when I stared at people with perfect noses and desperately wished mine was too. As a teen, I had only two goals: to look pretty and have many friends.
After attending all these programmes as an adult, I learned that, as a teenager, I had been “visualising” and allowing the power of my subconscious to set goals. Emotional pain, I learned, helps us find clarity. Making a statement and forming a picture is like setting goals. Prayer is like that too. This was new insight, and I began to see God and my faith in a different way.
In 2011, I Googled for help and found Isaac Lim, a therapist in Petaling Jaya. Over the course of a year, Isaac used the Emotional Freedom Technique to help me find the emotional scars that surgery couldn’t remove. I was carrying the imprint of a lifetime: the victim mentality. Only recently, I viewed a short video of me speaking about my issues at Isaac Lim’s office. The audience was made up of people also seeking help. Boy, did I look angry! In these therapy sessions, by examining my energy, my reactions, and my conduct, I was learning to let go.
The big shift was to start talking to the important people in my life — something I had never done.
On an otherwise uneventful day, I sat my daughters down at the kitchen table and told them everything. Both girls remember that I burst into tears. They were upset to see me crying, and assumed that something terrible had just happened. They were less concerned that I was talking about a cleft lip. Instead they sat there waiting to hear about some catastrophic event.
At the time, I felt raw but today, I look back and laugh. Nadia tells me that she had always noticed that one of my nostrils was larger than the other. As a child, she had assumed it was because that I picked my nose aggressively. That day gave them insight into their mother — and her moods and her temperament. Since then, I’ve been able to talk about anything with my children. It opened a talking culture in my home. These days, Nadia says I sometimes talk too much. Oh well.
I told my university buddies Chithra Subramaniam and Audrey Danasamy. Over dinner in a Kuala Lumpur restaurant, they told me that, yes, they had seen the scar but never bothered to ask me about it because it simply didn’t matter. As far as they were concerned, those were happy days filled with fun and laughter and friends. I was filled with insecurity but they thought I was a happening chick. Audrey said: “Heck, you even had a boyfriend!” I laughed out loud. I never saw it that way.
It was hard to tell Amir. It was especially difficult to talk about the bullying. I was not prepared for his response: “Do you think I didn’t know?” I sat there on the bed like a deflated balloon. Had someone told him? I had believed that he never knew but obviously I had done a lousy job of hiding it. I felt really silly.
That year, I attended programmes in public speaking and self-actualisation by the well-known Malaysian trainer Anthoni Dass. It was scary but I wanted to do this. Amazingly, I actually spoke about my cleft history during the small group practical sessions. I didn’t cry. Soon I was a part of MIM Toastmasters as well. Again, I spoke about it. I had crossed a line that I had feared all my life. That got me the Best Speaker Award… I don’t know if it was for speaking eloquently or for the pure honesty but I felt liberated. Clearly, these were gigantic breakthrough strides and I had thoughts about being the voice of the cleft lip and palate community.
Jenny Chan, my business partner of many years and with whom I had built a good friendship, provided me with insight. She had noticed the little scar on my face on the first day we met and guessed that it mostly likely came from a cleft lip but it wasn’t important enough to ask about it. Over the years, she had spotted occasional moments of my insecurity but it wasn’t an issue because we worked so well together. She observed that I still seemed to find it hard to talk about my cleft with my immediate family.
When I spoke to my parents, they too said that I was not ready to become the voice of the cleft lip community. Could I handle the scrutiny? Or could it be that they were not ready for this?
Then, a big powerful jolt into reality hit. In December 2014, my brother Hasri passed away after a heart attack. It was a shock to the whole family. No one saw that coming. He was so young, and so was his family. Hasri was funny, bubbly, loveable and I adored him. It was a deep kind of loss and sorrow, and it hurt so much to see my parents grieving. That shook me to the core.
Hasri’s passing pushed all the big questions to the forefront. What was I doing with my life? Was I really going to change or was I just dreaming of it? Was I truly going to break through my own insecurities and walk the road to self-acceptance?
And I began to think about God’s will. I didn’t ask to be born with a facial deformity but here I am. Everything happens for a reason. I needed to surrender to God’s will and not fight it, to please God and not argue over the details of lip scars and nose shapeliness. How was I going to convert the energies of my insecurities into kindness and compassion?
I took a break by attending a retreat in Phuket in 2016. The venue was a beautiful tropical resort where the palm trees swayed to breezes blowing in from the Indian Ocean. It was the first time in my life I had actually gone on my own to a place where I didn’t know anyone. It was so different from my previous trips – it always felt like there was a family entourage.
Here, for several hours a day in between sessions, the participants were required to spend time alone – by the pool, on the beach, under a tree – to contemplate what each one wanted in life. For five days, we drank only fruit juice for breakfast, lunch and dinner. No solids were served. Oddly, I didn’t feel hungry.
We exercised and listened to the facilitator Skip Archimedes. He had overcome teen obesity and became a champion gymnast. One day, during training, he injured his spine so badly that every doctor he saw in his native England said he would never walk again. He changed his life with new regimes for health, diet and exercise, got out of his wheelchair, returned to competitive gymnastics and won more medals. Today, he’s like a super athlete. Underlying it all was the attitudinal change. I was moved by his life story. Gosh, what was my excuse?
At the workshop, we were shown ways to let go of unhappiness, grief, insecurities, and toxic relationships. I came home feeling physically and mentally detoxed, lighter, energetic and more vibrant.
A year later, I attended another of Skip’s retreats at which I listed out some goals, one of which was to write a book. This book. It was the first clear indication that I was ready to be open about everything to everybody. I was healing. Really healing, and taking powerful steps forward from Isaac Lim’s gentle push towards self-acceptance.
KEPALA terasa sedikit pening, seluruh tubuh rasa lenguh. Banyak betul kerja yang perlu aku bereskan. Aku pandang iPhone yang berbunyi tanda ada mesej masuk. Terus aku buka. Mesej dari Tengku Irsyad.
Laili singgah rumah kita. Tolong balik awal sikit.
“Laili?” Hampir-hampir aku terlupa mesej Tengku Irsyad yang ditampal depan pintu bilikku. Sejak kami bergaduh dua hari lepas belum pernah lagi kami bercakap. Masing-masing ego. Lantak dialah. Asal tak ganggu hidup aku.
“Buat apalah minah bajet bagus tu datang rumah? Nak sakitkan hati aku lagi ke?” bicaraku sendiri. Kurang selesa dengan kehadiran adik Tengku Irsyad yang bermulut lancang tu. Sengaja aku melengahkan masa. Malas nak balik awal ke rumah.
Akhirnya aku tiba di rumah kurang 15 minit pukul 12 tengah malam. Tertidur di pejabat. Harap-harap semua dah tidur. Namun harapanku sedikit pudar apabila ruang tamu rumah masih lagi terang. Mungkin Tengku Irsyad masih berjaga. Tanpa fikir panjang, terus aku masuk dan menutup pintu.
“Awalnya kak long balik.” Ramah suara itu menyapa. Aku pandang ke arah sofa. Tengku Laili sedang menonton televisyen. Langsung tidak memandangku.
“Biasalah.” Hanya itu jawapan yang aku bagi sebelum menyambung langkah.
“Tak sangka pulak sekarang ni suami yang kena tunggu isteri balik kerja. Busy sangat rupa-rupanya kak long ni, ya?” Pedas kata-kata yang keluar daripada bibir Tengku Laili. Kan aku dah kata minah ni memang bajet bagus.
“So?” soalku malas.
“Nothing. Kesian along. Ada isteri macam tak ada.” Tengku Laili berjalan ke arahku. Dia pandang aku dengan senyuman sinis.
“Bukannya aku yang mintak dia kahwin dengan aku. Ada apa lagi?” soalku cuba menyakitkan hatinya. Biar dia tahu segala tutur katanya langsung tak berkesan dalam hati aku.
“Kau ni sebenarnya sedar ke tak? Kau tu dah jadi isteri orang. Bukan lagi perempuan bujang yang boleh buat sesuka hati kau.” Menjadi nampaknya cara aku membuat dia bengang.
“Satu aje aku nak cakap kat kau. Along kau tak bising. Apa kaitan pulak dengan kau?” balasku bersahaja.
“Sebab along tak bisinglah kau berani pijak kepala dia.”
“Laili, sepatutnya kau tu pergi kahwin dulu. Belajar jadi isteri solehah dulu. Barulah datang nasihat aku pasal hal-hal rumah tangga ni.” Biar aku basuh sikit perangai budak ni. Terdiam jugak dia seketika.
“Excuse me. Aku sekarang tengah cakap tentang perangai kau. Pasal abang aku,” tegas Tengku Laili.
“Betullah. Aku suruh kau cari pengalaman dulu. Baru datang ceramah aku. Atau sebenarnya, kau ni tak laku, sebab tu kau jealous dengan aku?” soalku biadab. Kalau aku jadi lelaki, tak nak aku peristerikan perempuan macam Laili. Luaran cantik, dalaman sendiri jawablah.
“Kalau bukan sebab abah, kau tu pun tak lakulah.”
“Ada jugak yang sudi jadikan aku menantu. Kau ada?” balasku mengejek.
“Kurang ajar.” Terus tangannya naik untuk menampar pipiku.
“Laili!” Suara Tengku Irsyad dari anak tangga kedengaran.
“Apa hal ni?” soal Tengku Irsyad.
“Tanyalah adik kesayangan kau ni,” balasku terus mendaki anak tangga.
“Aku belum habis lagi.” Suara Laili sekali lagi menghentikan langkahku.
“Laili sayang, sudah-sudahlah malukan diri sendiri. Aku penat. Good night.” Terus aku berlalu tanpa menghiraukan suara Laili yang kedengaran marah dengan kata-kataku.
“Perempuan tak guna!” jerit Tengku Laili geram.
“Enough, Laili. Along tak suka Laili masuk campur hal rumah tangga along,” marah Tengku Irsyad.
“Along ingat Laili suka tengok along macam ni? Salah ke Laili nak betulkan isteri along tu?” Tengku Laili pandang tajam wajah abangnya. Ada keluhan lahir di bibir lelaki itu.
Dia tahu ada sesuatu yang disembunyikan oleh abangnya. Sejak berkahwin, muka Tengku Irsyad tidak lagi seceria dulu. Dia tahu Tengku Irsyad juga terpaksa dan dipaksa. Lelaki mana yang sanggup peristerikan perempuan yang liar dan biadab seperti Arissa tu. Kerana abah, Tengku Irsyad akur.
“Cara Laili tak betul!”
“Habis, cara siapa yang betul? Cara along? Berdiam diri dan tengok aje apa yang dia buat. Itu ke cara yang betul?”
“Along lebih tahu dan lebih berhak untuk didik isteri along. I don’t need your help.” Tengku Irsyad pandang wajah Tengku Laili yang kelihatan keruh. Mungkin agak tersinggung dengan kata-katanya.
“Sampai hati along cakap macam ni kat Laili. You’ve changed. Laili ni adik along. Cubit paha kanan, paha kiri pun sama terasa. Kalau along rasa isteri along tu dah bagus sangat. Tak apalah. Awal pagi esok Laili balik.” Terus Tengku Laili angkat kaki. Cukup terkilan dengan kata-kata Tengku Irsyad yang seolah-olah mula meminggirkannya.
“Laili, along harap sangat Laili faham situasi along.”
“Laili faham along dah tak perlukan Laili.”
“Bukan macam tu.” Tengku Irsyad lepaskan keluhan. Dia tahu Tengku Laili ingin membantu dalam menyelesaikan konflik rumah tangganya. Tapi dia perlu mengakui cara Tengku Laili salah. Adiknya itu terlalu sinis dalam berbicara. Seperti minyak yang disimbah ke dalam api.
Makin marak jadinya.
“Kalau Laili nak tolong along, cuba Laili berbaikbaik dengan kak long. Mana tahu dari situ dia akan berubah.”
“What? Laili berbaik dengan isteri along tu. Never!”
“Kalau tidak, Laili tak perlu masuk campur,” tegas Tengku Irsyad. Pantas Tengku Laili menghentak kaki sebelum meninggalkan Tengku Irsyad sendirian.
“Dia tak seteruk yang Laili sangkakan,” ucap Tengku Irsyad perlahan. Mungkin lebih kepada berbicara dengan dirinya sendiri. Adakala dia juga keliru. Cuba menilai dari sudut positif siapa isterinya yang sebenar.
Zaman ini, topik vaksin akan sentiasa menimbulkan pertentangan. Ada banyak dakwaan-dakwaan yang timbul. Melalui buku ini, penulis yang pernah terlibat secara langsung dengan pembuatan ubat-ubatan dan vaksin, menjelaskan hakikat sebenarnya.
I would like to take a moment to praise the author’s effort in trying to reach out and educate the public. With all the misunderstandings about vaccine brought up by certain groups of people, this book clearly does a good job to clarify and straighten things up.
Not only this book explains how vaccines is clinically made and strictly tested, it also mentions briefly about vaccine main components and pharmacological principles behind a vaccine. The explanations provided in this book are convincing and backed up by evidences that can correct common misperceptions about the adverse effects of vaccines, how vaccine works and its importance in ensuring public safety. The claim that doctors are conspiring with pharmaceutical company are clarified and showed to be irrelevant.
What makes this books even more special is that it also talks about vaccine from the perspective of Maqasid Syar’iyyah and usul Fiqh like the hukum of the vaccine itself and the hukum of vaccinating.
I highly recommend this book to new parents, parents and medical practitioners especially.
LANGKAH Rizza yang baru keluar dari pintu bilik, Zara pandang dengan ekor mata. Bibir diketap geram apabila dirinya seolah-olah tidak wujud.
Malas nak ambil pusing perihal Rizza, tumpuan kembali tertumpu pada telefon bimbit di tangan. Nombor yang tertera di skrin telefon bimbit sekali lagi didail. Hampa! Memang tak berangkat. Keluhan kasar dilepaskan.
“Mengeluh kenapa?” Soalan yang tiba-tiba muncul dari arah belakang membuatkan Zara tersentak.
Rizza ni! Mujur dia tak kena serangan jantung.
“Tak ada apa,” jawab Zara. Sejak bila entah Rizza muncul di belakangnya ini. Bukan ke tadi Rizza baru pergi dapur?
Huluran tangan Rizzaa dipandang pelik. Tiba- tiba tadah tangan apa hal?
“Apa?” soalnya tidak faham. Rizza yang sedang berdiri tegak di hadapannya dipandang tidak berkelip.
Rizza jatuhkan bahu. Ada masa isterinya ini memang lembab. Mujur juga isteri. Kalau anak buah, memang dia dah sekeh dua tiga kali.
“Telefon tu bak sini.” Dengan penuh kelembutan sekali lagi Rizza bersuara. Tangan masih setia ditadah. Pandangannya setia melekat di wajah Zara yang sedang duduk di atas sofa.
Melihat si isteri masih dengan aksi slow tahap siput sedut, telefon bimbit yang berada di tangan itu diambilnya. Rasanya dah terang sangat tadi dia sebut perkataan telefon. Tapi Zara masih sibuk nak buat aksi kelip-kelipkan mata. Tahulah mata tu cantik!
“Eh!” Zara yang tidak bersedia dengan tindakan Rizza hanya mampu memandang.
Kini di hadapannya ialah seorang suami yang sedang menekan dan membelek telefon bimbit miliknya. Halkum tu nampak bergerak-gerak. Sesekali mata itu akan merenung ke arahnya dengan tajam.
“Rindu dah ke?”
“Huh?” Soalan yang tiba-tiba keluar dari bibir itu membuatkan mulutnya sedikit melopong. Rindu siapa?
“Awak call papa saya kenapa? Rindu?”
Walaupun hati sendiri rasa macam kena tembak, Rizza cuba berlagak tenang. Takkan dia nak buat aksi kungfu dengan isteri sendiri pula? Isterinya telefon kekasih lama. Arghhh! Sakitnya hati.
“Errr… Mana ada saya call.” Tak baik menipu. Itu pesan mak ayahnya. Tapi Zara tahu yang dia memang kena menipu kalau tak nak kena jerkah.
“Oh ya? Habis tu, My Tan Sri RS ni siapa? Sugar daddy baru?” Sinis Rizza bersuara. Namun selagi boleh dia cuba mengawal nada suaranya. Sekali lagi dia memandang log panggilan keluar yang berada di telefon bimbit Zara.
Kiranya dari tadi Zara sibuk dengan telefon bimbit bersebab rupa-rupanya. Sibuk nak hubungi semula kekasih lama.
“Bak sini telefon saya tu. Siapa suruh awak memandai ceroboh hak saya?” Zara cuba mencapai telefon bimbit di tangan Rizza. Namun melihat jegilan mata itu, tindakannya terus terhenti.
Liur ditelan kesat. Tahu! Memang salah dia. Yang dia sibuk nak telefon Tan Sri Rahman Syah tu kenapa? Sepatutnya dia sedar yang sekarang ni dia dah jadi isteri orang. Tapi dia nak juga khabarkan tentang salah faham Adila tu kepada lelaki tersebut.
Sampai bila dia kena hidup macam orang pelarian?
“Seorang suami memang kena pandai ceroboh hak isteri sendiri. Nak tahu apa sebabnya? Sebab inilah. Ada isteri yang tak tahu dosa pahala. Awak tak tahu hukum-hakam ke Zara? Dia dah jadi papa mentua awak tau.” Selesai berkata-kata, Rizza rebahkan diri ke atas sofa.
Tangan naik melekap di dahi dengan mata yang dipejam serapat mungkin. Nafas ditarik dalam sambil mengucap berkali-kali. Macam mana lagi dia nak buat supaya Zara ni faham? Takkan dia sampai tahap kena pegang rotan baru Zara nak ikut cakap dia?
Telefon bimbit Zara yang masih berada di tangannya digenggam erat. Ikutkan hati nak aje dia baling bagi dinding cium.
“Saya call Tan Sri sebab…”
“Papa! Dia dah jadi papa awak, Zara.” Kali ini sudah terkeluar suara Kapten Azrim. Dengar panggilan yang keluar dari mulut Zara memang boleh buat darahnya sampai ke kepala. Itu mujur juga isterinya tak panggil abang. Kalau panggilan tu yang keluar, memang terkeluarlah anak tekak dia menjerit.
“Saya call sebab saya nak cakap pasal Adila tu.” Cepat Zara menerangkan sebelum asap keluar dari telinga Rizza. Tapi untuk sebut perkataan papa, memang dia rasa kekok lagi.
Yalah! Daripada teman tapi mesra tiba-tiba bertukar status jadi ayah mentua. Tak ke rasa pelik sangat?
“Kenapa? Nak mengadulah kononnya, ya.”