Kelvin was there too) and was my class teacher for 3M.
He gave us tuition classes at night at my best friend’s place, Andy. Also known as Mohd. Azfandiar, we were buddy then. The tuition wasn’t free and I think he was trying to make extra income. Couldn’t blame him though since the salary of a teacher in primary school ain’t that plenty. Cikgu Ainol fetched me first since he lived nearby my place. We would then pick the rest along the way to Andy’s house, the Langkawi Apartment. Cikgu Ainol was driving a striking red Daihatsu Charade with a comb of banana soft toy hanging from the rear mirror.
After 1 year teaching in Jalan Kuantan, he returned to teach in his hometown, Kedah. I began to write letter to him after I got his address in Kedah. I wrote in Malay and consistently writing every fortnight without fail for a year. It lasted until Form 3. He never replied to me though not even a single letter. He however did pass several messages through a mutual party, my 4M class teacher Cikgu Hamdan. That year, before he completed his term in KL, he nominated Jerry and I to be the school prefect.
Throughout that period, I keep asking myself whether he did manage to receive my letters or not. My faith slowly fading away. I’m not sure of myself if he still remembering me after all this while. Cikgu Ainol is one of the people that shaped my life. I mean in my childhood time. Andy and I do look upon him in Standard 3. Due to that, both of us joined the Boy Scout the following year. KelvinA was there too.
One of my wishes is able to meet him up one day. Wonder how is he doing well. How many child he had conceived? How about his family? Quoted from my primary school magazine, Dian “Guru ibaratkan dian yang membakar diri menerangi orang lain”. I would like to thank him.
TERIMA KASIH CIKGU!!! ]]>
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