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Kucing Asmak.. 🐱🐈

 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😁😁😁hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha !!!!!!

📼📼📼📼📼📼 Pls Stand By📼📼📼📼📼📼

Asma' Athirah bt. Ismail, sahabat saya dari sek rendah lagi. 👭 sekarang kami form 2. 😊 Asmak ada membela seekor anak kucing  🐈 yang dijumpai barhampiran kelas kami. Asmak menamakannya " N G I Y O ". 😂 hohoho lawak lah nama nya!!.. 😂 Asmak sangat sayang kucing tersebut. 💓 Kadang2 Asma DATANG LAMBAT  🕗 ke sekolah sbb basuh KENCING & BERAK Ngiyo. almaklumlah, anak kucing mana pandai berak kat toilet. mesti berak kat katil . 😁

Pada beberapa hari yang lalu, Asmak membawa Ngiyo bersama kesekolah kerana Zahra telah minta Asmak supaya membawa Ngiyo ke sekolah. Tiba saja di sekolah, fuhhh!! 🚴🚴🚴 berpusu2 kami nak "cepuk" Ngiyo. 😂 kesian Ngiyo, dtg2 je dh ramai yg kerumun. form 3, form 4 pun sama gak! Takut lah Ngiyo nyer! 😰 sifat Ngiyo yang dicerita oleh Asmak kepadaku
apabila dirumah sgt lain dilihat oleh ku di sekolah. 😐 dia takut dan aggressive..😟 tambahan, semasa dikelas, Ngiyo lari kerana takut. Asmak menyuruh Suhada & Ainin mengejar nye.. ma shaa Allah!! mcm gergasi! mana tak lari Ngiyo nye !
 😅  Asmak mengubah fikiran untuk meletakkannya di Surau. di sana ada anak murid ustzh Naimah, so mungkin diorg boleh tolong tgkkan. (ps, kelas kitaorg dibahagi 2 sbb ada musabaqah. 1 kump dgb ustazah Asma' org Arab tu hafal kat kelas, lagi 1 ustazag Naimah org melayu hafal kat surau.) 😂😉

semasa sampai di surau, Zahira Sofea terus keluar dan memeluk Ngiyo hingga ia berasa rimas! 😡😂😂😆 Ngiyo itu menyebut namanya sendiri ; " Iyo... Iyo..!! ". tp diendahkan oleh Zahira yg berkehendak memotong kuku Ngiyo. adoi adoi😂😂😂
Zahira ni kasar, dia pegi " cepuk " (-tiru gaya asmak ckp  😂) Ngiyo. lagi lah Ngiyo nyer lari. lepastu kan belajar. sebelum rehat, Ngiyo keluar dr kls. 😧 semasa rehhat (sebelum zohor), asmak berhasrat untuk memberi Ngiyo makan, namun... 😢 NGIYO TELAH HILANG!! 😲😲

Kakak Asmak, iaitu kak Atikah datang untuk mengambil Ngiyo 🐈 dan memberinya makan nasi 🍚 digaul dgn ikan 🐟 dlm Tupperware. Saya menceritakan kisah ini ke kakak nya manakala Asmak lagi sibuk nencari Ngiyo 😷.

Kebetulan , lepas solat, waktu C. Fattah Amin 😂, c. " Fatah Amin " (lah sgttt  😁) ni x lah garang sgt. jadi asmak berkesempatan nencari kucing kesayangannya itu. 💔

jam menunjukkan 3.30 pm, Asmak muncul dari pintu dgn tudung nya basah. ☔ yaa. basah air mata. 🌛 kami bertanya " dh jumpe ker? ". asmak hanya menggeleng. dia hanya membisu dan mengelap2 mukanya yg berpeluh gara2 mencari kucing nya itu. hanya Ngiyo saja lah teman bermain 🎾⚽⚾ Asmak kerana Asmak merupakan anak bongsu. 🚼 Ngiyo lah jantung hati Asmak. Ngiyo lah "diari" 📑 Asmak. Ngiyo lah segalanya baginya.

Muka Asmak 😞 menjelaskan segala kebimbangan dan kekecewaan kehilangan Ngiyo. Namun hasilnya, dia redha. 🚩

Kami sebagai rakannya mendoakan agar dipermudahkan segalanya buat Asmak. Esok nya, Asmak menceritakan bahawa ayah dan Ibunya 👫 merindui Ngiyo. 🐈
Apatah lagi dia, yg merupakan rakan "sekatil" dgn Ngiyo. termimpi2. 😔

Allah itu maha mendengar apa yang didengari dan tidak didengari oleh Manusia. 😳 Doa kami & Asmak termakbul. Allah mempertemukan kembali insan yang bernama Asmak ini dgn kucing kesayangannya. 😂 sedih!. Allahu. maha suci Engkau menguji setiap hamba-hambanya. 😢

Ngiyo dijumpai oleh kak Faqihah form 3 (adik kak Adlina Masturina form 4) di atas pokok. 🌴🌳 Ayah Asmak iaitu cikgu Ismail memberi kan sejumlah wang Rm 15 kepada kak Faqihah kerana telah menjumpai "ahli keluarganya" yang hilang semalam. 🌹 Dia dan Asmak begitu bersyukur dan gembira. Ayah nya yg merupakan penolong Kanan di sekolah yg ingin pulang kerumah terus membawa Ngiyo dgn rupanya yg agak lapar. 😥 ye lah. 2 hari weh x makan. 😅

sekian itu sahaja. moga kisah ini dpt memberi manfaat kepada kalian si pembaca.! in shaa Allah. 😉

moral : " Habis akal, baru tawakal " - pepatah melayu kegemaran saya. 😊

 Allah suka orang yang bertawakal kepadanya. mintalah kepadanya. pujilah Dia. in shaa Allah. 💝💝💝💝 ALHAMDULILLAH. 🍁🌺

wallahuaklam

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