Aku di Starbucks East Coast Mall, Kuantan tadi tengah browse facebook. Tiba-tiba saja nak tengok status update kawan-kawan lama zaman-zaman sekolah.
Page dia penuh dengan ucapan takziah. Aku ingat mula-mula ucapan takziah pada keluarga dia mungkin sebab aku teringat pernah terbaca ayah/ibu mertuanya sakit dan kembali ke rahmatullah. Tapi bahasanya macam tujukan pada isteri dan keluarga dia. Makin aku baca makin aku rasa tak sedap hati.
Aku google nama dia dan jumpa keratan berita. Ya Allah!
Pokok reput penyebab ajal
Oleh ADHAM SHADAN
adham.shadan@kosmo.com.my
ISTERI Mohd. Helmi melihat mayat suaminya yang mati dihempap batang pokok reput di Jalan Bukit Nanas, Kuala Lumpur semalam.
KUALA LUMPUR – Seorang wanita hanya mampu menangis apabila suaminya yang baru sahaja menghantarnya ke tempat kerja maut dihempap sebatang pokok reput di Jalan Bukit Nanas di sini semalam.
Kejadian pukul 8.30 pagi itu menyebabkan seorang kakitangan bank, Mohd. Helmi Husain, 37, (gambar kecil) mati selepas mengalami cedera parah di kepala dihempap pokok setinggi lima meter yang terletak di kiri jalan itu ketika hendak ke tempat kerjanya di Jalan Ampang.
Isterinya juga seorang kakitangan bank dan bekerja di Jalan Pudu. Dia yang menerima khabar itu beberapa minit kemudian bergegas ke lokasi kejadian dan hanya mampu menangis.
Sebaik sampai, dia melihat mayat suaminya masih lagi ditimpa batang pokok tersebut sebelum ia dialihkan oleh kakitangan Dewan Bandaraya Kuala Lumpur (DBKL).
Difahamkan, setiap hari, bapa kepada lapan anak itu akan menghantar isterinya ke tempat kerja sebelum dia akan ke pejabatnya pula.
Pegawai Turus Siasatan dan Perundangan Trafik Kuala Lumpur, Deputi Supritendan Abdullah Roning berkata, pokok tersebut tiba-tiba tumbang sebaik mangsa melalui kawasan tersebut.
He was my best friend when I was in secondary school. We hanged out together a lot. And yeah, we kicked ass when we play video games together. Our nicks would fill the screen when we played, his was MIE, I used MAC (because I used to worship MacGyver). His forte was mostly shoot-em-ups like 1942 and 1943. I was more into platform games. We were both prefects in school. He was an avid sport player, I was more into chess and quizzes.
We went our separate ways after SPM. He went to ITM Arau. I went to KPP. We exchanged correspondence quite a few times, and then suddenly stopped after he moved.
We met again on facebook 2 years ago, after a long hiatus for like 16 years. Saw his profile and I sent a short message “are you who I think you are?” He was happily married, with 8 kids. I was like “Wow!” But we’ve never met, only chat on facebook.
I envied his good life. He was happy, he got everything. I was the best student in my school, supposed to further my studies in the States, but didn’t make it. I had to start again from the bottom of the food chain. I avoided meeting old friends, because it reminded me of my failure, because I’ve never failed before. Blame my ego. Now I feel like crap because I didn’t go to see him to catch up on old times.
The way he left was so directly stark, made me rethink He can give or take anything He wants, and that’d only be part of an equation. Freak accident, that is, more apparent in Final Destination movies and we are in no position to judge or define the act itself without understanding the equation.
For the family, be strong, he was a very good person.
I'm so sorry for everything. May your soul be placed amongst the martyrs of Islam. Al-Fatihah.
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