Driving Mrs.. Busy

After a month of being so busy with my works, today only I manage to drive my wife to her driving lesson. She passed her computer test with full marks and that really took me by surprise as being a busy wife & mum, she hardly had time for herself & looking at the driving manual, I'd say I'll fail anytime...that was a month ago...telinga nih dah merah kena leter tau...tu yg beli 2ndhand bike...senangla dia pi driving school tuh sendiri since dah ada 'L'...nooooo...I have to drive & fetch her jugak...poning den!!




So off we went to the place & bring along the youngest since the other 2 wanted to play computer games. Boy...it was really different from my time...proper setting & nice environment & integrated system . My son really enjoy watching his mum make mistakes.



She's taking her B licence for now as D will follow after this...terbang duit haku...adehhh...mahal lak tuh...nearly 1K for the whole process...tuh belum kira kalau gagal...re-sit kena duit lagih...adehhh!



I never have a B licence, just D so I do not know how to drive motorbike...wait!! I can actually but couldnt be bother since I'm used to cars. Ada story di sebalik my 'hate motorbike' nih.



This thing happend when I was 17 (yess!! I'm 25 like LeQ if you must know) & being the naughty boy in the worst school in Penang at that time, getting 1st grade was like...like apa ehh?? like angan mat jenin as the teachers put it (sorry guys at my time still depa practice grade-grade nih...sekarang pakai open system ke ntahapantah!!). Aiseh! meleret pulak.



Back to the story, my father never put any hope on me to get a good result compared to my younger bro yg lebih cerdik...tak baca buku pun boleh pass flying color so he put the bet that I will end-up as 3rd grader. Kecik betol hati aku masa tuh...aku ingat lagi masa tuh tengah berbuka puasa...ilang mood nak makan tau... I asked him what if I get a better result? A NEW MOTORCYCLE!!! tuh dia cakap...witnessed by my mum. At that time my father drive a battered but powerful Vespa & we did master driving it...sampai sengetla badan aku nak imbang berat moto tuh...memori sangat!!


So bila result spm keluar, to my surprised I did pass & only 3 of us dapat first grade and that was the record for my school. Ironiknya yg dapat 1st grade tuh 3 bangsa plak tuh Chinese, Indian & me Malay...sampai reporter carik nak interview...kami lari balik umah memasing...heheheheh!!


Aku kayuh basikal macam mat rempit sebab excited sangat. My father tengah shaving masa tuh...ala bukan pakai gillete ke hapa...pakai pisau lipat yg panjang tuh...aku tak berani nak guna. Dia tengah trim misai p.ramlee dia...ala misai yg nipis style mgr...aku tunjuk slip result kat dia...terkojut beruk dia...sampai berhenti shaving...sebelah nipis macam mgr & sebelah lagik macam magnum p.i. punya misai...boleh visualize tak??? hehehehehe


So that day was my day lah...pi tgk wayang...pi jalan-jalan with my friends suspecting nothing but a new bike will be mine soon...orang muda kan???


Balik umah petang tuh my father panggil I & handed me a single RM500 note without saying anything. My mum did all the explanations...they have decided not to buy me the bike as one of my neighbour's son just died of motorbike accident....hancurnya hatiku tiada siapa yang tahu...hancur luluh nak eksyen depan temen-temen...bak kata mas aji...


know the decision was really on my mother side as I know my father can afford to get me the bike as he did buy his new car by cash (finance loan just a formality). The whole week was terrible as my friends keep asking bout the new bike....tidakkkk!!!


Aku merajuk abis dgn my father & quietly enrolled myself to a driving school for a car licence. Well I dont get to ride motorbike kan?...hell..he got his new car parked & nicely covered behind our house...siapla... for 3 weeks aku struggle belajar bawak keta, bayar pakai note 500 tuh lah...berpeluh lagik...dulu punya driving school mana bagi keta ada air-cond & belajar parking atas tanah merah lagik & belajar driving on road kat batu feringghi lagik (jalan sempit bengkang bengkok atas bukit) ...pecah gak le peluh jantan tuh...masa tuh dah masuk form six dah...tak siapa yg tahu but I think my mother dapat sense kut...


I did passed with one test & get my licence to drive the next day...showed it to my father & asked his permission to drive his car to school...blehh?? tercenggang dia...he knew aku merajuk dgn dia so terpaksa la bagi permission. What a memory...drived to school & curik parking space cikgu yang kata aku takdak masa depan...sooo sweet I tell you. My clever younger bro??...sorry dia naik basikal...hujan je bole tompang....heheheheeh tapikan tak lama...Tuhan marah kut kat orang riak nih...aku masuk ipta...I can sensed that my father was sooooo lega....tak dapat dah aku nak bermaharaja lela dengan kereta dia...ye la...minyak dia isi...hehehehehh


Mengimbau memori betul la bila tengok org belajar bawak kereta nih...my wife did asked me to join her for the lesson...


Come again dear!...Motorbike??? sorry dear...HAVE CAR WILL TRAVEL...