Rumah Kecik

For the past 5 days, I felt quite a lot of mixed feelings of cheerfully happy, heartbreaking, sad, overexcited, and satisfied. At first, I was utterly happy for my beloved little princess, as she’s enlisted for the JPA Scholarship interview next week. By the way, I just realized why my dad called her “Wadud” instead of Dhuha. “Wadud” itself means The Loving One, and that suits her in every single aspect since she’s very adorable and lovely young lady. Owh… Just by typing these words, made me rindu Rumah Kecik so badly… I wish I could fly back to Malaysia tonight instead of waiting till next July to get together as a family again… The name Rumah Kecik was given by my younger brother referring to our home before it was renovated 15 years ago. But we keep on calling our house as Rumah Kecik till now.

I received a short SMS from my younger brother on Thursday morning saying that our neighbor Zaid Bachok passed away that morning. He was my childhood buddy and we grew up together. Such a good fella. Cheerful, activist and warm hearted. He helped my mom while I wasn’t around. Basically he helped a lot of families on computer stuff. Everyone in our small housing community knew him well, referring him as the “Internet Guy”. Both of us even went on a crash course in “Computer Maintenance and Repair” for 5 days in Batu Pahat right after my PMR. He planned to open a free cybercafé for our community but due to insufficient fund, the plan was abandoned. And for now, I’m pretty sure that Allah loves him more than anyone else. Al-fatihah to Zaid Bachok. May Allah bless his soul.

As for yesterday, the two girls and I were supposed to watch a ballet. Giselle. The tickets for students were sold out. But it was okay. Perhaps it was not our luck. Maybe next month we shall watch another ballet. Despite the fact that we didn’t get the ticket, it doesn’t ruin our night out since Moscow is like the second Paris to me. The city of entertainment. There are so many places to go. I simply couldn’t understand why some students can’t enjoy their time here… Come on… After all these years, can’t you see the beauty of this place after the language barrier was broken??? But yeah, perhaps it’s me being the too open minded and positive about Moscow. Until now, I can’t find a single reason why I must not enjoy my time while being here… Maybe I’m just too out-going and knew this city too much. Enjoy the moment while it last. That’s my line. I just made that up. ***hahaha… Another crap shit of words. Okay, fair enough. But you can’t blame a guy for trying…***

And today, finally it’s Friday. Received the zachut for the Akusherstvo (O&G) cycle. Two and a half weeks of learning nothing. I should have paid more attention during the lectures and classes. But who cares anyways… By the way, speaking of which, for the whole cycle I’ve been holding the thick pink colored O&G book on my hand since it is too big to put it inside my sling bag. I received quite a lot of positive and negative gestures from the ladies. The devushki tend to be more subtle and friendlier than expected while the babushki more a less seems like don’t want me to be their O&G doctor. It was like they wanted to say something like “you MONSTER!!! Stay away from me” on my face but yeah… again, who cares… Maybe they thought I’m too young and playful to handle their problems…

That’s it for now I guess. Too many stuff running through my mind, but I simply don’t know how to put those into words… Perhaps I should continue next time. As for tomorrow, the Interbatch games will make me busy for the whole day since I’m the Organizer for the Netball Games and on-duty person to watch over the RMSA Stall. We’re selling 100Plus tomorrow…


Mohd Fairuz Anuar,
RSMU, Moscow.