Thursday, September 2, 2010
As a temporary measure I use logs to put accross the length of the hole and nail down the end of the wire fencing into it. It works, until the wood rots or some strong beast rip it apart.
Now that the fruit season is over I am not so worried about animals coming in. I am more worried about Ella (the Rottweiler) going out and terrorize the villagers.
"It's a hot day, isn't it?" he appeared out of nowhere, as usual, breathing down my neck (literally and figuratively). "Yes, it is very hot" I responded, not bothering to look back, continuing with my pulling the wire and hammering, sweat dripping down my face and neck, my skinny and almost black arm swinging the hammer as hard as I could.
"Why are you doing this alone?" he continued, in a kay-poh-chi (busybody) way.
"Why not?" I asked back.
"Why not ask your children to help, so you can finish this whole place in double quick time".
"Triple quick" I found myself reluctantly entertaining him.
"I have three boys"
"There you go. Why not ask them to come and lend their poor father a hand"
"I'm not poor"
"You know what I mean"
"They are all busy"
"Even on week-ends?"
"Look, they have got families, ok. They have other things to do", I shot back, becoming irritated now.
"Defending them now, issit?"
"Why are you talking like a Malaysian, now?"
"I am Malaysian. And I read Patrick Teoh's blog a lot. Anyway, you are defending them, aren't you?"
"Of course. They are not here to defend themselves"
"What about number 3?"
"Your third son, the tall one, the one with the orange hair"
"Sometimes orange, sometimes green".
"What about him?"
"Why is he not helping you?"
"Why don't you ask him" I thought that would be the easiest way out. I refused to offer any more excuses.
"Now it's one o'clock"
"You must be hungry from all this laborious work. What about your makan minum (meals), who takes care of that?"
"Don't go there"
"DON'T!" I decided to do a Homer Simpson, hoping that he'll go away.
I looked up and there was Aziz, my younger brother and week-end helper staring down at me, asking for the hammer.
By the look on his face he knew that he must have startled the whit out of me.