Yesterday, Abang K did his puasa sunat. We woke up for sahur. I made burger for him. Half asleep, Abang K said, "Thank you, Mommy, for cooking." Aww...The sweetest. Before he went back to bed, he hugged and kissed me.
It's Friday today, the holiest day in Islam. Before bedtime, I remember scolding my kids for staying up late, watching the tablets for too long, coming back home too late...I had so many chores to do. Then, we slept.
I prayed one hour earlier, including Tahajjud. I fell back to sleep but only an hour. I had the weirdest dream:
My son is in a boarding school. I'm visiting him with my daughter. It's a fancy school, my son shares a room with a girl and they have TVs in their room. I guess, it's co-ed because they are only 10, soon 11.
My son is alone and happy to see me. We talk until I see the injury on his left arm. They are scabs and some skin falls off. Typical of son, he's so nonchalant about it. What happened, I ask? Teacher rotan.
There's a rush all over my body. "Jom, ikut Mommy balik. Nak tukar sekolah? Tak payah duduk asrama lagi," I play it cool. My son is happy to hear this. "Jom, kemas barang," I say.
I enter his fancy room. I quickly put whatever I can get in plastic bags, holding in my tears. When my son isn't looking, I cry. Guilty, I wonder- How long has this been going on? Why my son has never told me anything before? Why did I put him in a boarding school! Who is the unreasonable adult teacher? I should've protected my own son!
My son sees me crying softly, and he doesn't know why. He probably thinks he deserves the punishment. "Siapa buat? Kenapa teacher rotan? Sakit tak?" Teacher Farah. Then he shows me the marks that are on his body too. My face is hot seeing it.
As we are packing, a group of students return from their classes. They are shouting to Abang K to get ready for their evening routine, probably riadah then Maghrib prayer. I see male teachers among them. "Ustadz!" I yell as loud as I can. There's rage in me.
"Siapa buat anak saya? Saya bukan bayar murah. Kenapa buat anak saya!" Two ustadz and a female teacher look at each other. They are trying to stall. Their faces are sorry but they are holding back. Behind them, out came a short, chubby female teacher. "Ya, Puan, saya cikgu Abang K. Puan kena banyak bersabar," she says, collected and confident. The other female teacher signals to me that it is her.
I just can't..."Kenapa buat anak saya! Saya nak report polis. Saya nak saman!" I am going to get justice. She's going to jail. I am going to make sure she pays for this.
"Report lah. Samanlah," she provokes me. Now, people are holding our bodies so we couldn't get physical. I whip out my phone and start recording. Apparently, she had a history of stalking her ex before this. My case against her strong and I am going to win.
This psycho does care and begins to pose for pictures. I hate her so much, "Tak payah nak senyum-senyum nak cover muka buruk asal kau. Kau tu, muka buruk, hati buruk, otak pun ugly!". There's no sabar left in me, and I kick her with my left leg.
At 3.49 am, I really kicked in my sleep. I woke up and traumatized because it felt so real. I cried and cried. Kesian sangat my anak kena buli dengan cikgu. Padahal, Abang K tu baik sangat! Nakal, ye, tapi rotan sampai macam tu!
What does this dream mean? It's bothering me.
My son is fine. Teacher Farah is his English teacher and English is my son's favourite subject. The teacher in the dream looked like a mix of current Fathiya Latiff and my boss.
What does it mean?
