When I picked up my guitar one late evening to pluck " You're My Everything" fulfilling the request of my son, he jigged yaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!. It's his favourite song apart from the other oldie he loves. I am not much of a musician in the house, almost tone deaf, note blind, finger stiff and movement uncoordinated. But I am still able to strum and pluck several easy songs in tune, enough to keep the kids and myself entertained. But after many a time lagu yang sama dimainkan berulang-ulang kali, my son squeezed his thought with "...Ma, boleh tak mainkan lagu The climb tu macam Miley Cyrus, dia pun boleh main gitar." Both of my kids memorize the song not just by heart but also by every action of Miley! Their eagerness was such a mismatch to my pensive mood that day. I was feeling melancholic after a car accident a day before which left me terribly shaken. So shaken that streams of tears clouded my vision on my way to deliver cakes to Wati(sorry Wati if I appeared a little bit red faced and all teary that evening) right after helping two badly injured motorcyclists who had hit me from the back. My daughter and I escaped unhurt alhamdulillah, but some parts of the car were wrecked as severe as the self esteem of the driver.
It was frightening to think a minor accident of such resulted in casualties of a broken shoulder, torn scalp, bruises and wounds which perhaps penetrated deeper than the naked eye could see. I remembered right after the accident I ran towards the men apologizing profusely even though I wasn't the one who initiated it. Like them I believe, I too was a victim of the circumstances. After the hospital and the police station, we never saw the men again, they failed to file for a report for fear of being summoned due to their inability to produce all the necessary documents. But I will always remember their faces, not because of their refusal to be responsible for the damages done onto my car, but for the look that was cast on their faces whilst waiting to be transported to the hospital. The look of penance, contrition, self-reproach and syukur all rolled and compressed into one...it was as if I saw my own reflection.
It's time to pick up that old guitar of mine and lip sync to the song pretending I could play as like of Miley. Jadilaaaaaaaaaa.