Hari ni genap 2 tahun arwah atuk meninggal dunia. I can still remember how I reacted masa Iqa texted me, when I called mama. I was at work at that time, baru masuk kerja, about 9.30 am. I was somewhere around 34 weeks pregnant kut and of course I couldn’t go back because of the airline regulations.
Sedih sangat masa tu. Hanya tuhan yang tahu how sad I am.
Tapi tu lah, at least before tu masa raya, sempat balik beraya dengan atuk, jaga atuk & nenek di Sentul. Tuhan tu Maha Kasih, Dia tahu atuk’s time dah tak lama so he let me go home even for just 2 weeks. Two meaningful weeks. I wouldn’t forget that moment, ever! For the rest of my life. The last time I hug and kissed him was on 2nd October, the night I’m flying back here.
Did I tell you on the 19th atuk came into my dream? Yes he did. Well mimpi tu takde la sweet mana. He was here to use my bathroom. What a funny & weird dream! Yang penting atuk ada dalam mimpi.
I miss you atuk. I miss nenek too.
Al-Fatihah untuk atuk.
I love you always, forever and ever.
