sebenarnya,Nad tak tahu nak post apa kat blog hari ini.......dekat dua jam termenung depan laptop,,idea tak menjenguk ke dalam otak jugak.....so,Nad pun geledah rak buku and Nad pun jumpalah buku latihan composition Nad......selak punya selak Nad pun jumpa satu karangan short story yang Nad anggap terbaik *buat Nad la* .......it's one of my masterpiece.......Maybe karangan ni tak sebaik karya William Shakespears tapi baik cuba daripada tak buat langsung kan.......so nanti korang komen la *kalau korang bace entry ni* hasil karya Nad ni......sama ada atau pun KO and bagilah opinion korang ye......lagi satu Nad ada bakat jadi penulis tak?? bukan apa,,Nad memang nak kejar cita2 jadi doktor pakar jantung,, tapi dalam masa yang sama Nad berkenan dalam seni penulisan ni.......nak jadi macam ayah saudara Nad,, ENCIK JASIMAN AHMAD......Nad tak nak membebel panjang lebar....Hope korang enjoy baca karangan Nad ni......
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Title: An Experience At The Night Market
Author: Fatin Nadhirah Mustafa Azizul
It was mid-term holiday. My father brought us to his
hometown since my family and I have not met our grandparents for donkey years.
The tiring and long journey took about a half day. We travelled by my father’s
black and shiny Volkswagen. We reached our hometown about half past six.
Luckily,
at the nearest town of my grandparents’ house, there was a night market. Since
I have never been to the market before, my grandparents asked me to accompany
them. I felt so excited. I asked my parents’ permission and fortunately they
approved it. My cute, chubby, little sister was crying like a baby because my
benevolent parents forbade her to join us.
My
grandfather took us there by his old and classic brown car. It only took five
minutes to reach the night market. My grandfather parked his beloved car at the
road side. Once he turned the ignition off, I eagerly climbed out off the car.
I felt so excited upon seeing throngs of people everywhere. The day was getting
darker as the big and yellow, bright sun was about ‘to go away’. I saw most of
the night market seller lightened up the lamp that were hung under the canopy.
After
that, I heard a noisy Zzzzz! sound. I thought it was sound of bees. Curiously,
I asked my 65 years old-grandmother, “Granny, what is that sound?” Then, my
grandmother answered softly, “my dear, that is the sound of a generator. The
generator is used to generate the power to light up the lamp.” “Now I know,” I
thought by myself.
Three
of us walked together at the night market. Since it was the first time I went
to the night market, so I wondered what kind of things where sold there. I had
found various type of food. There were a few of stalls selling fruits. I was
influenced by the feeling of curiousity. Curious to feel the hubbub of the night
market.
Then,
without I realized, I had been too far from my grandparents. I really had the
time of my life on seeing the stalls with a large number of people. I kept
walking and walking until I reached the last stall of the night market as the
stall was arranged nicely in rows along the road side.
It was
7.30 in the evening. Unfortunately, I had found that my grandparents no longer
with me. I felt so scared. I looked at the face that passed by, no one of them
look familiar. I am lost! My happy time turns into nightmare. “What should I do
now?” I asked myself. It is like my brain lost its function. I could not think
properly. I was at a loss.
A rain
of teardrops fall. Only God knows how afraid I was at the time. I tried to
remember the path that I took before, but it was no worth at all. I did not
remember anything that brings me there because I was so excited. I sat on a
cracked white bench and tried to cool myself down.
Five
minutes later, I heard somebody called my name, “Najihah! Najihah!” I know that
husky voice. My brown eyes wildly look for the sound. Then I heard that voice
again, “Najihah, is that you?” I turned back and I shouted thunderly, “Granny!”
My scared was all disappeared at once just like Poof! I felt so relieved. I thought
my grandparents would not find me. The old woman wiped my tears by her square, red
handkerchief.
After all
my tears and fears went away, my caring and loving grandparents brought me
home. I kept silence along the journey to home. I was in trauma. I told myself “I
don’t want to keep that tragic event in my mind.” We reached home about fifteen
minutes to eight. I told the whole story to my parents after I got myself calm.
My busybody sister also had her pair of ears on me. That smart girl
laugh-out-loud at me. From that unpleasant day, I swore to myself that I will
not step my feet to the place anymore. It was a nightmare at the night market.
corrected by : Puan Nor Mazlina ( english teacher of 3 KRK 1)
