Monday, October 24, 2005
♥ Rotiboy oh rotiboy...
Earlier this month, I read about being 'disobedient' to parents especially to your mother, you will be 'punished' there and then in Badrul's blog Well, it's true you know. And same goes if you are really sincere in doing things for them (again especially your mom) you will see that you will be 'rewarded'.
Early of Ramadhan, my mom said that she was craving for Rotiboy. Actually, she had rotiboy a day before Ramadhan started. But I guess she really liked it. She has been saying that she'd like to have rotiboy, but my dad would just ignore her cravings and tell her that there are a lot of dishes to break fast and she might not even touch her rotiboy when the time comes.
So, yesterday, as my dad went out for the last 10 days of Ramadhan to iktikaf at a mosque in Nilai, she once again said that she'd like to have rotiboy to break fast along with other dishes. I was a bit touched because she has been asking for rotiboy but my dad would give excuses or change the topic to make her forget about the rotiboy. So, I agreed to drive her to Alamanda just to get the rotiboy.
At 3 o'clock yesterday, I started to prepare the dishes for breaking fast since after Asar, I would be in Alamanda to get the rotiboy with my mom. Everything was prepared by Asar except reheating the dishes from Saturday which I think I can manage to get it done after reaching home from Alamanda.
I was getting ready to go to Alamanda and was trying to make up my mind if I wanted to bring my handbag or just my purse. At last, I opted for the latter. At 4.50pm, I was in the car with my mom who was smiling from ear to ear because at last, her cravings for rotiboy will be fulfilled. Arriving there in Alamanda, there were several cars in line to enter the parking lot. As I received the parking ticket from the parking attendant (who was actually helping out because of the line of cars waiting to be parked), I put the ticket on my dashboard and made a mental note to bring it along when I get out of the car. The parking lot was not full and was quite empty when I arrived. After finding a space near the entrance to the mall, my mom told me to lock the steering. I reached for the ticket and my mind was actually not there with my body. I looked at the ticket and remembered shoving the ticket in my purse while talking to my mom.
We entered the mall and my mom said that she wanted to buy rotiboy and asked me to go to Carrefour to browse and find anything to buy. She was actually feeling guilty just to drag me to Alamanda to get her rotiboy. I did want to buy my shampoo since it was RM5 less than the original price, but I thought I'd buy it this Friday since tomorrow is pay day and currently I have to watch my spendings just in case something happens. The lines at the cashiers were quite long and I began to hesitate whether or not to buy the shampoo. At last, I did buy the shampoo (that was the only thing that I wanted to buy after seeing the queue at the cashiers).
Upon exiting Carrefour, I went to the customer service counter to get the free parking rate. As I was heading towards the counter, I opened my purse and searched for the ticket. I was still searching my purse for the ticket at the counter but I could not find it. I went outside to search my mom to ask her if I gave the ticket to her. But she said no. My mom thought that I left the ticket in the car on the dashboard. So, I told her that maybe it was in the car. Actually I was exteremely sure that I brought the ticket with me as we walked in the mall but I went to the car to prevent my mom from panicking. Arriving at my car, I searched everywhere. Oooppss... the ticket was no where in sight. I kept calm but with my mom, she tends to panic easily. So, I dumped everything in my purse to see if it was in there. As I was frantically rummaging my purse, all I could find were bank slips, my credit cards, my ic, my atm card, my membership cards, receipts, and my dry cleaning receipt. My mom was starting to giving one of her 'lectures' and I was certain that the parking ticket was NOT there.
It was nearly 6pm and my mom was furious. She said why didn't I keep the ticket in the pockets of my jeans. I just kept quite. She tried to calm herself down by suggesting that we search for the ticket along our paths in the mall. I was pretty sure that we wouldn't find the ticket lying on the floor but I was just hoping for a miracle. We went back inside and searched along the path. Finally, I said to my mom that I have lost the ticket and I am willing to pay the fine which was RM25.
We went down to the office of the company that was incharge of the parking lot. As I walked in (my mom wanted to wait outside), the guy at the counter gave a what-are-you-doing-here kind of look. I then told him that I lost the parking ticket and with a serious face, he asked for my ic or driving's licence . I gave him my ic. He went to the back and photocopied my ic. Then this man came out from a room asking the guy what happened and he said that I lost the ticket. He came to the counter and showed me the amount that I had to pay and glanced at his name on his shirt - En. Mazalan. I opened my purse and was about to take out the money and then I heard my mom asked that if we could get a minimum payment for the fine. In my head, I was really thinking that with that amount of money, I could of done lots of things (well, it's the end of the month and I am eagerly waiting for my pay day. I have plans to buy this and that) and I felt sad but it was my fault though that I lost the ticket. The man then asked if I came with my family and I just nodded and my mom answered his question. I just couldn't open my mouth to answer. I guess he saw me standing there with my mom and it was nearly 6.15pm and we wanted to head back to break fast, he told the first guy to just take the particulars. The first guy handed me my ic and a form to be filled. En. Mazalan then showed me the part that I had to fill in and gave me a ticket. He then reminded me to keep the ticket and not to lose it again. I just stared blankly at the ticket and my hand kept writing the particulars about the vehicle that I drove. I was just speechless! My mom thanked him and I think I did too (but I don't realize it and I don't even remembered doing so).
We went out of the office after thanking him for the hundredth time. We went back into the mall to get the free parking at Carrefour. We headed back to our car and my mom let out a relief sigh. She said that if I had to pay the RM25 fine, she just lost her appetite for rotiboy. But she said that when I walked in the office, she prayed in her heart 'Permudahkanlah, jangan Kau susahkan' to Allah. And I guess that prayer did open En. Mazalan's heart to just give the spare ticket to us. And I guess that because I was 'helping' my mom to get what she craved for, Allah did help me in keeping the RM25 in my purse.
Thank you soooo much En. Mazalan for making things easy for us. May Allah bless you and your family.
p/s: I think I spotted Laydiefa at Alamanda yesterday. But I was not sure of it. Were you there Laydiefa?
Early of Ramadhan, my mom said that she was craving for Rotiboy. Actually, she had rotiboy a day before Ramadhan started. But I guess she really liked it. She has been saying that she'd like to have rotiboy, but my dad would just ignore her cravings and tell her that there are a lot of dishes to break fast and she might not even touch her rotiboy when the time comes.
So, yesterday, as my dad went out for the last 10 days of Ramadhan to iktikaf at a mosque in Nilai, she once again said that she'd like to have rotiboy to break fast along with other dishes. I was a bit touched because she has been asking for rotiboy but my dad would give excuses or change the topic to make her forget about the rotiboy. So, I agreed to drive her to Alamanda just to get the rotiboy.
At 3 o'clock yesterday, I started to prepare the dishes for breaking fast since after Asar, I would be in Alamanda to get the rotiboy with my mom. Everything was prepared by Asar except reheating the dishes from Saturday which I think I can manage to get it done after reaching home from Alamanda.
I was getting ready to go to Alamanda and was trying to make up my mind if I wanted to bring my handbag or just my purse. At last, I opted for the latter. At 4.50pm, I was in the car with my mom who was smiling from ear to ear because at last, her cravings for rotiboy will be fulfilled. Arriving there in Alamanda, there were several cars in line to enter the parking lot. As I received the parking ticket from the parking attendant (who was actually helping out because of the line of cars waiting to be parked), I put the ticket on my dashboard and made a mental note to bring it along when I get out of the car. The parking lot was not full and was quite empty when I arrived. After finding a space near the entrance to the mall, my mom told me to lock the steering. I reached for the ticket and my mind was actually not there with my body. I looked at the ticket and remembered shoving the ticket in my purse while talking to my mom.
We entered the mall and my mom said that she wanted to buy rotiboy and asked me to go to Carrefour to browse and find anything to buy. She was actually feeling guilty just to drag me to Alamanda to get her rotiboy. I did want to buy my shampoo since it was RM5 less than the original price, but I thought I'd buy it this Friday since tomorrow is pay day and currently I have to watch my spendings just in case something happens. The lines at the cashiers were quite long and I began to hesitate whether or not to buy the shampoo. At last, I did buy the shampoo (that was the only thing that I wanted to buy after seeing the queue at the cashiers).
Upon exiting Carrefour, I went to the customer service counter to get the free parking rate. As I was heading towards the counter, I opened my purse and searched for the ticket. I was still searching my purse for the ticket at the counter but I could not find it. I went outside to search my mom to ask her if I gave the ticket to her. But she said no. My mom thought that I left the ticket in the car on the dashboard. So, I told her that maybe it was in the car. Actually I was exteremely sure that I brought the ticket with me as we walked in the mall but I went to the car to prevent my mom from panicking. Arriving at my car, I searched everywhere. Oooppss... the ticket was no where in sight. I kept calm but with my mom, she tends to panic easily. So, I dumped everything in my purse to see if it was in there. As I was frantically rummaging my purse, all I could find were bank slips, my credit cards, my ic, my atm card, my membership cards, receipts, and my dry cleaning receipt. My mom was starting to giving one of her 'lectures' and I was certain that the parking ticket was NOT there.
It was nearly 6pm and my mom was furious. She said why didn't I keep the ticket in the pockets of my jeans. I just kept quite. She tried to calm herself down by suggesting that we search for the ticket along our paths in the mall. I was pretty sure that we wouldn't find the ticket lying on the floor but I was just hoping for a miracle. We went back inside and searched along the path. Finally, I said to my mom that I have lost the ticket and I am willing to pay the fine which was RM25.
We went down to the office of the company that was incharge of the parking lot. As I walked in (my mom wanted to wait outside), the guy at the counter gave a what-are-you-doing-here kind of look. I then told him that I lost the parking ticket and with a serious face, he asked for my ic or driving's licence . I gave him my ic. He went to the back and photocopied my ic. Then this man came out from a room asking the guy what happened and he said that I lost the ticket. He came to the counter and showed me the amount that I had to pay and glanced at his name on his shirt - En. Mazalan. I opened my purse and was about to take out the money and then I heard my mom asked that if we could get a minimum payment for the fine. In my head, I was really thinking that with that amount of money, I could of done lots of things (well, it's the end of the month and I am eagerly waiting for my pay day. I have plans to buy this and that) and I felt sad but it was my fault though that I lost the ticket. The man then asked if I came with my family and I just nodded and my mom answered his question. I just couldn't open my mouth to answer. I guess he saw me standing there with my mom and it was nearly 6.15pm and we wanted to head back to break fast, he told the first guy to just take the particulars. The first guy handed me my ic and a form to be filled. En. Mazalan then showed me the part that I had to fill in and gave me a ticket. He then reminded me to keep the ticket and not to lose it again. I just stared blankly at the ticket and my hand kept writing the particulars about the vehicle that I drove. I was just speechless! My mom thanked him and I think I did too (but I don't realize it and I don't even remembered doing so).
We went out of the office after thanking him for the hundredth time. We went back into the mall to get the free parking at Carrefour. We headed back to our car and my mom let out a relief sigh. She said that if I had to pay the RM25 fine, she just lost her appetite for rotiboy. But she said that when I walked in the office, she prayed in her heart 'Permudahkanlah, jangan Kau susahkan' to Allah. And I guess that prayer did open En. Mazalan's heart to just give the spare ticket to us. And I guess that because I was 'helping' my mom to get what she craved for, Allah did help me in keeping the RM25 in my purse.
Thank you soooo much En. Mazalan for making things easy for us. May Allah bless you and your family.
p/s: I think I spotted Laydiefa at Alamanda yesterday. But I was not sure of it. Were you there Laydiefa?
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