the one about badrul and the street guardian...
she has the saddest eyes i've ever seen... her body is lean and thin, bukan sebab banyak exercise but lack of food... every night you can hear her soft cry, not too loud until you can't sleep but loud enough for you to feel her pain... dah sebulan lebih dia berulang alik on the street in front of my house... most of the time dia akan tidur on the padang... on rainy day she will take refuge under the car, any car that she can find... but she will never beg... she never try to enter any of the house... tak kiralah rumah kosong atau ada orang... she has her pride...
today was the third times in a month that i fed her... a few of my neighbours have done the same...there's something about her... dah macam jadi guardian for the whole street... she will march from one end to the other... she bark at any strangers - postmen, orang yang letak-letak card tuh, unfamiliar cars or motorbikes, or just anybody that she think has bad intention... she seems to know who lives in the neighbourhood... kalau i balik lewat malam sekalipun, she was there seolah-olah tunggu i masuk rumah dengan selamat... she will walk behind my neighbours' daughter yang balik from tuition every other night... and when everything went as per what she think is alright, she will go back to her usual place, put her head on her front paws and start crying... softly...
honestly, sejak dari dulu lagi i memang takut dengan her kind... maybe because i had bad experience masa kecik-kecik dulu... i tak pernah rasa selesa bila berada dekat-dekat no matter how tame their owners claimed them to be... tapi dengan yang nih lain pulak... well, not that much different sangat during the early stage... the first time i brought out food for her, my hand trembled... i cooked extra rice that day... i don't want to just throw it away and i found some chicken parts in the fridge, so i cooked them for her... i put it in an ice-cream tupperware and left it near the tree in front of my house and ran back inside my gate... she was a bit skeptical... macam-macam bunyi i buat nak panggil dia makan... i even made a 'woof woof' sound... yup, trust me, you will laugh golek-golek atas jalan raya kalau you tengok i masa tuh terjerit-jerit from inside the gate sambil point my hand to the food... at last she came at ate the food, looking at me a couple of times which i read it as grateful look...
i called her billy jean... it was during the second time i fed her... i remember my neighbours tengah beli roti dengan bai roti depan rumah masa tuh... i tried a couple of names and sound (like cit! cit! cit! or come here girl! but no woof! woof! this time), tapi bila i panggil billy jean, she looked at me and terus datang to the food... my neigbour laugh at the name and start cakap cina with another neighbour yang beli roti jugak... i think they thought it was hilarious to give name to strays like her... but both of them are among a few of us yang selalu feed her... anyway, as i was leaving the next day to go for a meeting somewhere, i saw my neighbour took out some food to feed her... and surprise, suprise! she too was calling her by the same name... billy jean... we looked at each other and smile... rasa kembang sekejap... i just gave name to our street guardian...
xe'an & xe'qi have four different types of biscuits...
xe'an and xe'qi on the other hand ada semuanya... makanan yang cukup setiap masa... both of them ada four different type of high quality branded biscuits... eagle pack, iams, royal canin and science diet... once a week xe'an will have his freshly cooked shredded chicken... change of drinking water every week... they also have their own play-room with all sort of toys, separate litter boxes... their hair will be combed every night and their potty will be cleaned twice a day... they have their favourite spot near the window in the room upstairs where they can look out for birds and butterflies...
happy eating...
sometimes i wonder what goes through her head... here inside the house, xe'an and xe'qi have everything... abundant of food, toys and people to take care of them... but outside, billy jean has to do everything herself... looking for food under the hot sun and heavy rain, sleep anywhere that she thinks is comfortable, and always on guard for her own survival towards other strays... or maybe it's just life... apa-apa pun, i'm grateful to have our street guardian...
today was the third times in a month that i fed her... a few of my neighbours have done the same...there's something about her... dah macam jadi guardian for the whole street... she will march from one end to the other... she bark at any strangers - postmen, orang yang letak-letak card tuh, unfamiliar cars or motorbikes, or just anybody that she think has bad intention... she seems to know who lives in the neighbourhood... kalau i balik lewat malam sekalipun, she was there seolah-olah tunggu i masuk rumah dengan selamat... she will walk behind my neighbours' daughter yang balik from tuition every other night... and when everything went as per what she think is alright, she will go back to her usual place, put her head on her front paws and start crying... softly...
honestly, sejak dari dulu lagi i memang takut dengan her kind... maybe because i had bad experience masa kecik-kecik dulu... i tak pernah rasa selesa bila berada dekat-dekat no matter how tame their owners claimed them to be... tapi dengan yang nih lain pulak... well, not that much different sangat during the early stage... the first time i brought out food for her, my hand trembled... i cooked extra rice that day... i don't want to just throw it away and i found some chicken parts in the fridge, so i cooked them for her... i put it in an ice-cream tupperware and left it near the tree in front of my house and ran back inside my gate... she was a bit skeptical... macam-macam bunyi i buat nak panggil dia makan... i even made a 'woof woof' sound... yup, trust me, you will laugh golek-golek atas jalan raya kalau you tengok i masa tuh terjerit-jerit from inside the gate sambil point my hand to the food... at last she came at ate the food, looking at me a couple of times which i read it as grateful look...
i called her billy jean... it was during the second time i fed her... i remember my neighbours tengah beli roti dengan bai roti depan rumah masa tuh... i tried a couple of names and sound (like cit! cit! cit! or come here girl! but no woof! woof! this time), tapi bila i panggil billy jean, she looked at me and terus datang to the food... my neigbour laugh at the name and start cakap cina with another neighbour yang beli roti jugak... i think they thought it was hilarious to give name to strays like her... but both of them are among a few of us yang selalu feed her... anyway, as i was leaving the next day to go for a meeting somewhere, i saw my neighbour took out some food to feed her... and surprise, suprise! she too was calling her by the same name... billy jean... we looked at each other and smile... rasa kembang sekejap... i just gave name to our street guardian...
xe'an & xe'qi have four different types of biscuits...xe'an and xe'qi on the other hand ada semuanya... makanan yang cukup setiap masa... both of them ada four different type of high quality branded biscuits... eagle pack, iams, royal canin and science diet... once a week xe'an will have his freshly cooked shredded chicken... change of drinking water every week... they also have their own play-room with all sort of toys, separate litter boxes... their hair will be combed every night and their potty will be cleaned twice a day... they have their favourite spot near the window in the room upstairs where they can look out for birds and butterflies...
happy eating...sometimes i wonder what goes through her head... here inside the house, xe'an and xe'qi have everything... abundant of food, toys and people to take care of them... but outside, billy jean has to do everything herself... looking for food under the hot sun and heavy rain, sleep anywhere that she thinks is comfortable, and always on guard for her own survival towards other strays... or maybe it's just life... apa-apa pun, i'm grateful to have our street guardian...
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