On Monday, I had to get some things for the house and thought this would be the right time to do so with the Raya sale going on. Klang was jammed, so I decided to try my luck at Juso Bukit Tinggi. I was lucky, not too many people and it was a breeze. Little did I know I would end up crying with a stranger in my arms on a bench!
I was walking around the mall and I saw them. People walking by all looked at them, some gawked, and some went shaking their heads. How could they not? There they were, a young malay couple in their early twenties, she was donning the tudung but wore a really low cut blouse that showed half her breasts, with skinny jeans. He was the punk type. Spiky hair, jeans with all those chains hanging around the waist. They were oblivious to the crowd. She had her legs across his thighs, and they were smooching and touching each other and whispering and giggling. His hands went to her breasts once. Stopped me in my tracks. None of my business. Not my kids. But, .. how could I walk and not do or say something? There were families with young kids walking around. He was hugging her and she was nibbling at his throat. No one would say or do anything for sure. Security wasnt around when you need them.
So I went to them. I know. I am such a busybody. But sungguh memalukan lah tenguk anak melayu macam ni. I cant just walk by. Stopped infront of them. She looked at me. Softly I told them, "dik, jangan lah buat perangai macam ni kat sini. malulah semua orang tenguk. tak baik, ni pun bulan puasa" She slowly moved her legs from him and sat and looked up at me. A sly smile on her lips.
"Who are you? my mom?", she asked.
Well, I wasnt. I simply shook my head and turned to walk away. Saw her smiled and something inside me snapped. I turned to her, "I am not your mom. But if I were, I would be truly humiliated, embarassed and disappointed that my child is behaving like this. Because I would have brought her up better than this. I would have taught her better manners. I would rather die than witness my child behaving like this. Thank god your mom is not here." I must have struck a chord. She paled. I simply walked away.
I felt a bit sorry for letting out to her, I was not her mother as she pointed out. Anyway, what's done is done. I got my stuff and then went to Papa John's to order Azam's request. Sat on a bench just outside the restaurant. And saw her, alone this time. She saw me and came and sat beside me. Before I could say anything, she started crying. She was really crying her heart out. I was taken aback and didnt know what to do for awhile, till I got my senses back and gently held her hands and asked her to talk to me. And it all came out, in between sobs and tears. I ended up taking her in my arms and we sat like that for awhile while she cried and I cried. I cant help it. People must be wondering what was happening.
Turns out, she's an only child. Her mom died few months ago of cancer. She was angry at her mom for dying and leaving her alone. Her dad's side dont care about her. They didnt agree to the marriage. Her mom's side has only one sister, and the two sisters were not close. She was basically left with her dad. She was sort of rebelling for her mother for leaving her. She was hurt. She just didnt care anymore. Her dad cant control her either. When I said what I said, she said I made her think of her mom and how she loved her and would be disappointed with her behaviour. She needed that wake up call. I stayed longer than intended. We exchanged numbers and I told her to call me anytime she needed someone to talk to, or needed anything. I am going to check on her from time to time. She's only 22. One year older than my eldest. My heart goes out to her. I could totally relate to her agony. Sigh.
I still get teary thinking about what happened. I guess in a weird sort of way, I was right to be a busybody. Not always though, that I know!