Whatever happened around me seems to make me think about him even more. When friends ask, would I like to take a ride on London Eye, I said, no, I’ve been on it with my parents. When I went to Harrods, I remembered the time he dropped the lit to a teapot, broke it and didn’t even have to pay for it. Whenever I bought a handbag, no matter how beautiful it is, my favourite would be the one he bought me for my 21st birthday. Whenever friends asked how do I survive with the allowance, I told them may parents taught me to use whatever I have and not to ask for more. And then I remember the fact that he told Mama I was the most independent of all because I would never ask for more money and just use whatever I have or what they have given me. Then there are times when I still buy six mugs and six glasses, each and every time, the fact hit me, there’s only five of us now. Not six. Not anymore. When I was home during the summer, I still think that he has gone for a meeting in KL and will return in the evening. When I continue sleeping after Subuh prayers on the couch in the living room, I could smell him, his presence. When I listen to songs, songs about fathers, it hit me that I don’t have a father anymore. When I buy things for Mama, my sisters and my brother, or when friends are looking for things to buy for their fathers, I realised that I don’t have to buy anything for him. Because he’s gone.
My sister and I are always making jokes that he’s not around and it will always be funny only to both of us. Like this one.
alinyussuff : ok le
alinyussuff : kamu ngan makcik tu dpt la senza
alinyussuff : mama got handbag
alinyussuff : baby bro cari tshirt hard rock london la
alinyussuff : daddy?
alinyussuff : uh uh
alinyussuff : oh oh
alinyussuff : sob sob srroott
alinyussuff : T_T
alizazy : daddy dpt al-fatihah la
alizazy : ape lagi
alinyussuff : alhamdulillah
alinyussuff : kami suke jawapan tuh
alizazy : hikhikhik
It has been more than six months now and I still refuse to refer him as Arwah. I deny myself from using that term. I don’t want to. Because I still feel his presence around me.
Gosh, I miss him so much that writing this creates lumps in my throat.
I miss you, Ayah. Will you please come into my dreams?
sedih sye membaca entry kali ini.. x pernah terlintas camne yg lamu lalui skang.. the thought, uh, it shivers me.. maybe im not in the right shoes to say anything, bak kata org, berat mata memandang, berta lagi bahu yg memikul.. but, im always here.. u can hav my ears or shoulder if u ever need.. hugs!
sedih sye membaca entry kali ini.. x pernah terlintas camne yg lamu lalui skang.. the thought, uh, it shivers me.. maybe im not in the right shoes to say anything, bak kata org, berat mata memandang, berta lagi bahu yg memikul.. but, im always here.. u can hav my ears or shoulder if u ever need.. hugs!
thank you ye cik soya..
i know u’ll always be there whenever i need you..
*hugs*
will see ya soon..
thank you ye cik soya..
i know u’ll always be there whenever i need you..
*hugs*
will see ya soon..
yalah. too many things to think about lah right now. huu~ btw, ayah is watching you from his world, smiling at his children, praying for him. thanking god he gets solehah&soleh children. because that’s the best present he ever gets 😉
*hags*
yalah. too many things to think about lah right now. huu~ btw, ayah is watching you from his world, smiling at his children, praying for him. thanking god he gets solehah&soleh children. because that’s the best present he ever gets 😉
*hags*
hik hiks..
u ade ape2 nak dari i eh?
puji je..
hek hek..
hik hiks..
u ade ape2 nak dari i eh?
puji je..
hek hek..
i nak you happy. bleh?
i nak you happy. bleh?
hik hik..
boleh..
apa salahnya..
hik hik..
boleh..
apa salahnya..