The Ride

I’d never like riding a roller coaster. I went to Universal Studio Singapore with my friends for Teslian trip last time; they invited me to join in riding two monstrous roller coaster rides. It was gruesome even by looking at it. I did ride one of it but it was in 3D. I really hate that adrenaline pumping and makes your heartbeat goes crazy. And the dizziness after that was even more terrible. So my journey to Johor was pretty much like that. A crazy woozy and adrenaline pumping ride. When I clicked the posting place, I wasn’t expecting much because I didn’t think too much. so I just follow the flow of what they asked me to follow. You know, register yourself at the PPD and listen to briefing stuff like that. When I packing my clothes, I was just packing it right away. You know, but still, in my mind, I was so confused. Thinking ‘how this could be too fast?’. Can’t you believe it? Shiron called me and wanted to go the day after she got the news. I was flabbergasted. The management didn’t give us much time to prepare so I was like ‘this is a torture’. I told mak about it and I even couldn’t believe my mouth when I said it. Thinking ‘is this for real?’ I shed a tear while thinking and grumbling with mak besides me. She didn’t stop advising me to just take it with an open heart.

So I went, with my niece. She was my diamond, my soul and my saviour. Without her, I could be in lost. She accompanied me to go to KL and finally, to Muar. When my sister called me to buy a ticket right away I was pretty much in shock. She told me that this was an official government procedure to register yourself at the management that you’ve been posted. After we arrived in KL, my two sisters had already waiting for us and after that time, I was already ironing my baju kurung to wear it on that day. Gahhhh…it’s already one week I went to that school.

I didn’t find any partner for sharing a house. Housemates to be exact. Didn’t find any. So I struggled a bit to find a house and struggling with my mind to be really mentally prepared that I will stay alone in a rent house. I couldn’t imagine how I would survive in this estranged state with no relatives around and adapt with the unfamiliar roads. I was in a daze and thinking that I was in a deep deep trouble. The headmaster was really pissing me off. He didn’t deserve to be a leader you know. I felt like slapping him in a face and wanted to give a pep talk about professionalism. He didn’t give much help in finding a rent house for a new teacher. My sisters and I were struggling by ourselves without any help of the management group. I’m sure that the headmaster was already receive a letter about the incoming of a new teacher even for a week earlier. How he could not be prepared? I was really really devastating to have a headmaster like him really. I saw other people in other schools, their headmasters discuss about the rent house and took responsibilities to find a house.

That was one of the minus about that school. The management doesn’t give much help but Alhamdulillah, the teachers are really kind-hearted. They are the one who busy looking for a rent for me. Most of them really took care of me especially The Co-curriculum teacher, Pn. Rashidah just like my name. She is motherly la..but I must tell you that people in this area are nice people. Not saying all of them but most of them, I could rely and ask for help. Currently I am staying a small penthouse with mak cik called Mak Nab. Mak Nab’s house was big and almost like a mansion. I had to use and automatic gate to open it. At the back of her house, there are two penthouses. My sister found this penthouse. She was the one who got really excited to ask me to stay here. I didn’t like it in a first place because the rent was crazy expensive. Rm500 per month. By two month, mak nab could ride a Lamborghini you know. But my two sisters kept saying it was okay, just stay here for a while and then started looking other rent house that I can find. I didn’t want to take it but after looking at the day which the sun almost setting down. I agreed to stay. I just felt sorry for my sisters if I didn’t take this one, we had to look for another house and that would be difficult in a place that we never familiar with. When I went to the school, the teachers were already went back home and there’s only left that snobby headmaster who couldn’t care less.

Mak Nab said there’s another person who is staying in penthouse. A men working at the court. I never seen his face cause I go to school pretty early so we never meet. I don’t mind. As long as we didn’t see each other, that would be fine by me. But Alhamdulillah, with a help of cikgu Aishah, I found a new house to stay. It was more suitable for me working as the teacher. This penthouse is too expensive and I’m afraid I couldn’t pay it within a given time. Plus, I didn’t want my sisters to spend out their money too much on me. They also have their own mouths to feed. Here, the penthouse is too small for me and not really suitable for a teacher who has so many works to do especially doing teaching aids for students. It didn’t have much space for me to do the teaching aids and a kitchen, it doesn’t have kitchen and ventilation for me to cook. I wanted to stay in normal house which has a gate that didn’t use a remote to open it. Just a normal house.

but I did felt sorry for mak nab after I told her about my new rent house. she lives alone, all of her children worked outside Johor. She felt a bit sad cause she won’t any friend to talk too. But I already promise to her that I will come and visit her one a week or weekend. I wanted to help her but I also need to find a place that suits for me. This house is too small and doesn’t worth to pay in a high value. So, that was my opinion lah cause according to my workmates at school, I could get a rent house just in a rate of rm200 per month. That what why most of the teachers helped me find a new and cheaper house. I need a new mattress or bed cause my new room is empty. I had to buy a new katil or whatever. I will move out by the end of this week and again, have to memorise the road to the school. Mannnn…..it’s really difficult to get familiarise with a place that you’ve never used to. I was frustrated but there’s nothing that I could do unless to just follow with a time and be patient.

Now, I’m really really a lone ranger survivor haha. I’d never ask to be in this situation but I always wanted to feel the tranquillity of myself my surviving alone without my classmates. Hey, at least I found new workmates and friends haha. I can’t wait to get used to this place. It’s still new for me.

So, I guess that was it. Till I update a new entry!

Yours truly,

Rushy