Si botak tewas dalam kelelahan. Walau dua hari dah berlalu namun masih terasa penatnya. Namun si botak terlalu bahagia bila dapat sama sama mencari keredhaan-Nya.
Sedar tak sedar, dah tiba 31 Ogos. Maka semua orang akan sibuk mengibar Jalur Gemilang, sibuk merempit, sibuk membeli kondom (takut dapat anak yang tak akan merdeka), sibuk nak tuntut itu dan ini, sibuk nak pijak pijak ciptaan Tuhan.
Si botak pun sibuk. Sibuk berbasa basi dengan Indra, Anak Uncle Sam. Macam macam perkara dibicarakan. Ada yang bersifat peribadi. Ada yang tergolong dalam kategori gosip. Macam macam ada lah.
"Kamu salah dan aku tak mahu terima apa yang kamu kata," ujar Indra.
Si botak hargai malah hormati pendirian Indra. Namun sedutan suria seakan tersekat. Si botak menelan liur yang tak wujud.
"Satu hari kamu akan rasa apa yang Mem Besar rasa."
Si botak kecil diam dalam merusuh.
"Kamu akan faham betapa beruntungnya kamu punya Mem Besar yang suka berleter ni."
Si botak kecil mengomel dalam diri. "Ah, aku nak merdeka dari leteran. Aku dah bosan!"
Si botak kembali ke alam nyata. Suara merdu Anak Uncle Sam berkumandang semula. Si botak tersenyum. Tangan menyua suria ke dasar tempat abu. Si botak faham kini.
Si botak tak mahu merdeka. Si botak mahu dengar sesiapa juga berleter dan mengomel. Kenapa?
Si botak yakin kini. Setiap insan akan sentiasa tertipu oleh kebijaksaan mereka. Maka Tuhan hantarkan orang yang sayangi kita untuk membimbing kita ke jalan yang sebaiknya. Takkanlah Tuhan nak turun sendiri dan bimbing kita. Maka sebab itu Tuhan suruh kita berkenal kenal dan membina ukhuwah.
Maka, buat Mem Besar, berleterlah. Si botak tak mahu merdeka lagi!!! Salam Merdeka semua...
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Si botak was battered. Though it had been two days, still the fatigueness lingers. Yet si botak was so happy to be able to seek for the Lord's blessing in a group.
Without noticing, 31st August is here. Thus there would be many whom busy flashing the Jalur Gemilang, busy in illegal racing, busy buying condoms (as they are scared to produce unindependent child), busy claiming this and that, busy stepping on the Lord's creation.
Si botak was busy as well. Busy having a conversation with Indra, Anak Uncle Sam. A lot of stuffs were talked about. Some were personals. Some could be categorised as gossips. There were a lot lah.
"You are wrong and I refuse to accept what you have said," said Indra.
Si botak cherised in fact respected Indra's opinion. Yet while the effort to inhale the suria's (a cigeratte) failed. Si botak gulped.
"One day you shall feel exactly how Mem Besar (mummy) feels."
Little si botak remained silent in protest.
"Kamu will realise how lucky you are to have Mem Besar nagging on you."
Little si botak said to himself. "Ah, i want to be independent, to be free from these naggings. I had enough!"
Si botak returned to the real world. Anak Uncle Sam's sweet voice filled the air yet again. Si botak smile. As the hand brought suria to the ash tray, si botak understand vividly now.
Si botak doesn't want the independence. Si botak wishes to hear anyone to nag and lecturing. Why?
Si botak is convinced. Every human shall be fooled by their own intelligence. Thus the Lord sent our loved ones as to guide us back to the best path. We should never count on the Lord to come down and takes our hand. That is why the Lord asks us to get to know each other and build relationships.
So, to Mem Besar, do nag. Si botak doesn't want the independence anymore!!! Happy Independent Day...
