SEARCHING FOR MRS BETTA

'Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh and a very good afternoon to ladies and gentlemen..

Kin's old Home Sweet Home

"There is not an animal (that lives) on the earth, nor a being that flies on its wing, but (forms part of) communities like you.Nothing  have  We omitted  from the Book,and they shall be gathered to their Lord in their end"(6:38)

             Today is Saturday and tomorrow is Sunday (Say what?!). So fast as the time is moving like too fast and too furious,huh?Today I just to share with you with an entry related to my new 'WonderPet' , my Mr Betta fish aka Kin S*****a.Actually, I have just got (read:bought) this small fish through my coursemate.I did bought him unintentionally at first (Say what?).Today, everything become so expensive la..

        At first, I planned to buy a tortoise or a pair from that species.However, the plan has turned diametrically when I was informed that it costed RM 9 per each instead of the betta fish (not higher quality one) which only RM 3 per each.In addition, I've to think on the 'accomodation' for my WonderPet which include aquarium, suitable ornaments like artificial plant and stones and also anti-chlorine as well as the food.Well said, since out of budget, the Betta fish become my new concern and responsibility now,huhu other than my studies, family and ummatic life.

           I miss a lot for my home-rabbits especially the 'Chocolate'@Brownies.I don't like the name 'Brownies' since I preferred more to call she as 'Coklat'(Malay word which means 'Chocolate'). Back to the story,some of my friends suggested me to rear a fish or Betta fish.Malays called them as 'Ikan Laga'.But, in my opinion, a fish demands so many 'things' and easily die for any reasons. However, finally I found that the Only Creator has planned something which I did not expected before :Rearing a Betta.

             I had many experienced rearing the tortoise especially during my primary years. I bought them RM 5 per each using my own money or asking from my beloved Mr Father.Now, imagine, after almost 20 years (not yet I think) the price of those exotic animals has increased up to RM 9?Hu hu.

           So, the Mr Kin now has a new owner.Oh ya!By the way, I got his 'full name' from 'Research from the Internet',haha. I was like inspired by one of a talented Musician.Then, I has combined that name with 'Kin' which was originated from Japanese word.Please find the meaning.Amazingly Allah has 'thrown' into my heart a feeling :LOVE to this Betta.Now , he is my Betta (for Hindi word meaning 'son').

           Everyday I have to ensure his 'welfare' and facilities at the optimum level.As the time passes, the love grows stronger from day to day.Truly, the 'dancing' of Kin made me feels like happy.Guess what?And now, I am so addicted with the species!Often I did many searching via Internet on how to take care this animal.In fact, I keep calling and had some 'discussion' with my younger brother , my mum as well my friends.Effectively, Kin's presence somehow healed my miss to the Rabbits and help me become stronger to face all adversities in life,wow!Alhamdulillah 'ala Kulli Hal (Praise to Allay for all Circumstances)

     After almost 2 weeks, I think I should prepare for a 'New Era' for my Betta. I think he is ready for his 'Marriage'.He has started to 'build' his nest likes bubble forms.Nowadays, Kin has become attractively beautiful and hyperactive moving around within the limited space in the aquarium.But I 'told' him before that I planned to release him one day as I do not plan to keep him for a long period for certain reasons.However, according to my friend, this animal probably easily die in the free space as his 'habit'-please search in the Google. 

      A gift is a test-refer to the Kin.Now, I've to find a suitable 'wife' for him as he still has some rights that should been fulfilled by me. I never expected that the searching become so 'adventurous'. Instead of selling the female, the fish shops are more interested to sell  male due to its beauty rather than selling the female.The adventure become 'colorful' as I have kept asking my friends and family members whether they can help me on how to get the Mrs Betta.Well Iman Umar,...it seems like your concern more on your pet than your Final Year Project,huh?

       I was so shocked when I saw Kin's head become bigger like he expanded his head like a reptile .Don't scare me with that attitude boy or I will end up like 'Skin Head',huhu.I do not know whether he was angry on me.Oh dude, please look into my efforts to find your mate!Since I do not have any transportation except my rusted bicycle so I have to find another way to find the female as soon as possible.Hopefully, my friend will help me to bring me there perhaps by motorcycle, Insya Allah.For sure, time management is an another issue. My daily schedule has been filled with plans and I've to to find the way on how to solve this issue..

      To short, I have a new plan.The result will only released on tomorrow or in the next day or maybe in the next next day.This is a reminder from Allah that I should balance my interest as well my obligatory equally.I should do a better planning.Yes, I should!

May Allah ease us .

       

Kin's new Palace.

           

          

BAB 1: PEMBUKAAN

Maafkan aku.

Picture from Internet

Kenapa aku? Kenapa aku yang perlu menghadapi semua ni?

Pap.Sebuah buku berkulit merah ditutup.Diletak atas meja.

“Ya Tuhan.. dugaan apa yang kau berikan padaku ini?.Aku boleh jadi gila jika berterusan begini, isk.”, hatinya mengesak duka.Sesekali dia melemparkan pandangan matanya kepada ikan laga dalam akuarium di satu sudut mejanya .Ikan itu berenang-renang riang, sambil ekor dan siripnya yang berwarna-warni itu seakan menari-nari,melentukkan tubuhnya.

      Sejak beberapa tahun ini, hidupnya tidak menentu.Kepalanya menjadi serabut.Hati jadi sesak.Sakit.Air mata? Sudah terlalu sering mengalir. Cuma sahaja belum lagi mencapai tahap ‘kering air mata’.

        Sekejap-sekejap ikan biru merah  itu berubah-ubah kedudukan .Ikan itu nampaknya sedang ‘bersiar-siar’ dalam taman mininya .Ada tiga batang pokok tiruan berjenis warna dengan batu-batu jernih.Tahukah ikan itu dengan emosi tuannya itu?

        Semalam pemuda bernama Hussien datang kepadanya. Hussien bawa hajat.Bukan untuk meminang tapi minta tolong.Pagi tu Hussien bertanyakan samada yang dia sibuk atau tidak untuk petang itu.Hussien mahu minta ihsan dia untuk melakukan sesuatu.

“Macam mana? Boleh?”, soal Hussien.

“Hmm..Macam mana nak cakap ni…..”, gumam hatinya.

“Yassir Ali,boleh tak?

Tarik nafas dalam-dalam.

“Hussien…aku…aku nak sangat ikut kau.Tapi, jadual aku tak menentu lah.Boleh aku tengok jadual aku semula?”

“Kau ada masalah ke, Yassir?”

Yassir diam.Keningnya berkerut.Kepalanya tunduk.Seakan ingin menangis.Tapi ditabahkan qalbunya itu.

“Tak pa lah..mungkin kau benar-benar ada urusan.Maafkan aku kerana seakan memaksamu”, balas Hussien lemah.

Yassir ketap bibir.Tangan Hussien yang tadinya diatas bahunya itu diturunkan.Tahu-tahu Hussien sudahpun ke hadapan beberapa langkah.Yassir masih berdiri di situ.Tiba-tiba, Hussien menoleh.

“Kalau kau nak ikut, khabarkan padaku tau?”, pemuda itu berkata sambil tersenyum harapan.Yassir mengangguk seraya melemparkan senyuman balas seikhlas mungkin.Kedua-duanya angkat tangan dan akhirnya bergerak berpisah ke haluan masing-masing.

“Maafkan aku Hussien,maafkan aku kalian….”

Hussien rasa hampa.Hajatnya tak kesampaian.Yassir juga hampa.Hampa pada diri sendiri.

          Yassir kembali kepada dunia nyata.Meninggalkan memori pertemuan tersebut.Sungguh! Dia berasa sungguh kecewa dengan dirinya.Jujurnya memang Yassir ingin menyertai ajakan Hussien tersebut, tetapi ada ‘sesuatu’ yang menghalangnya. ‘Sesuatu’ yang mendera emosinya selama bertahun-tahun.’Sesuatu ‘ itu juga yang ‘menghalang’nya daripada melakukan hal-hal yang disukainya.Malah, lebih teruk, menghalang dia melaksanakan ‘benda-benda wajib’ baginya.Yassir malu.

        Yassir tukar pakain sebentar.Dia ingin mencari udara segar.Dia mahu memulihkan emosinya.Hal semalam benar-benar mendera jiwanya.Dia rasa bersalah.Rasa sedih.Rasa hina atas ‘kekurangan’dirinya.

           Basikal fixi itu dikayuh laju-laju.Menuruni sebuah bukit, sengaja dia mendepakan tangannya ala-ala aksi dalam filem Titanic.Angin kuat memukul tubuhnya.Segar udara dihirup.Ditarik nafasnya dalam-dalam sambil membayangkan alunan merdu lagu Irfan Makki dan Maher Zain, “I believe”.Basikal itu bergerak laju.Sampai dirasakan bahawa basikal itu sudah tersasar dari jalan lurus, barulah dia memegang semula ‘handle’ basikalnya itu.

“Argrhhhh………!”, Yassir menjerit sekuat hatinya.Tiba-tiba dia teringat keadaan sekeliling.Toleh kanan,toleh kiri.

“Fiuuh!Nasib tak da orang nampak,hehe..”, gumam dalam hatinya sambil tersenyum riang yang menayangkan barisan gigi sedia ada.

Kira-kira lima belas minit mengayuh, dia berhenti rehat di sebuah bangku kosong.Bangku kosong yang kelihatan indah,dilatari rumput hijau sekitarnya.

“Bismillah”

Yassir duduk di tengah-tengah bangku itu sebab memang tiada orang disekitarnya.Mungkin kerana masih pagi, jadi ramai  yang mungkin bercadang berehat di rumah.

Yassir sudah lama tidak bersenam.malah jarang dia dapat meluangkan masa di luar.Dia banyak sibuk dengan urusan belajarnya di fakulti dan berprogram.

“Ya Allah….aku tak kuat…Allah..”

Yassir meraup mukanya dengan tangan. Lafaz istighfar berulang-ulang kali keluar dari bibirnya.Matanya seakan berkaca.Langit seakan kabur.

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