Papa is THE expert for Adobe Illustrator, Photoshop, Dreamweaver, Flash and all those other multimedia software. His photography prowess leaves me in awe (extra marks if it was pORNography. Haha. Sick joke). Its amazing for a 53 year-old to create awesome designs with innumerous clicks and drags. Unfortunately, he's a huge slacker for handphones. I repeat; HUUUUUUUGE. For some reason, his synapses automatically malfunction at the touch of it.
On Raya Hajj, Mama gave him a new Sony Ericsson T-whatever, to replace his Nokia 1100.(Yepp, Papa uses a Nokia 1100. The basic of all basics.) He jumped for joy and celebrated the arrival of the new telecommunicator.
Cool. He loved it.
He spent the first 30 minutes 'unravelling' the mystery of the sim card slot.
In between, he accused my little sister Tasneem of causing the non-existant dent on the back of the handphone cover.
Inquiring a gazillion times about "How do I know if its still charging?"
After another 30 minutes... "Is it still charging??"
After 90 minutes... "Can I use it now??" He asked, like a kid who's dad just bought him a GI Joe figurine.
"Alamak... number semua orang hilang ke?" (Read: "Semua orang" refers to me, Mama, Tasneem, his boss and office ONLY).
"It's in the sim card laa Paa.."
"Hey, are you sure?"
"ENTAH laaa Paa... Tak sure laa... Why don't you go to the mobile store and ask..." I was more interested with my chipped toe nail.
"Huh? Alaaa... How now?"
"Papa! The numbers are saved IN YOUR SIM CARD."
"Ohh...!! Hahahahahaha! I knew that. Just testing you out..." He was still fumbling with the settings.
"Take my photo! Take my photo!" And he slumped beside Mama, and made his signature, distorted photo-face. I did as told.
"Then what...? Oh... Save it as wallpaper! Save, save, save." He laughed out loud, triumphantly.
"Isshh... Tasneem! Nak tekan which button nih?" he peered over his reading glasses.
Aaa... yup. The last time I checked - he's STILL my biological father.
"Eeeeh... Ya Allah... kampung nye laki aku nih..." Mama snorted.
"Sorry lah... tak kenal. Tak kenal!" Tasneem sprinkled on some more subtle cynicism.
No... You didn't really think that we would leave him in the dark, did you? We do love him to bits, despite the stone-age episodes he has with handphones.
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"Papa!!! Stop miss-calling me!!" I grunted.
"Hahahahahahahaaaa...!" he whistled gayly, and continued punching the buttons on his phone.
* * * *
"Azman! Awat laaa dengan hang nih?? Gatai sangat dah tangan tuh?? Dah takdak kerja kaa? Makin tua, makin tak betui..." Mama snapped, after rushing to her handphone, only to find out that her hubster was the imp behind the missed call.
Again, he successfully annoyed the crap out of my mum with the new gadget that she herself bought him.
1 comment:
cute dad.
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