- To my dear friend Liana aka Konot... Selamat pengantin baru. Like i said to you, it's rare for people to have a second chance... so cherish this.. semoga bahagia selamanya...
- my copy - paste entry :P
Never thought that I’m gonna come back to Malaysia again, so soon. But here we are. 9 months after Ihsan’s father 26 hours surgery marathon. Things are not looking good. And we are back here to spend, hopefully some quality time with his father. There’s nothing much that we can do. Just being here for him.
The kids were happy though to be back. Escaping the very rigid and cool weather in Melbourne, and finding joy in hot sunny days in Malaysia. I love watching Taufiq’s and Amirah’s blushing pink cheeks. And I’m not the only one, apparently other people notice this too, asking me if I did put on some blusher to them…hehe.. macam la aku takde keje lain … Taufiq was more friendly this time around. Last time we were back here, he was so clingy. Takde mama dia dekat2 tak wajib. I guess it’s part of growing up. Amirah as usual being very chatty and friendly as always. To my amusement, she was shy to speak English. Tok2 and tokwan punya la dok cakap cucu balik from obersea..hehehe.. sekali cucu speaking Melayu all the time.
The first 3 days was spent at my home town in Kedah. Sempatlah lepas gian makan buah rambutan, manggis,dokong,mata kucing and my dad’s very own ‘buah sulung’ dragon fruit (kat depan yard rumah aku sekarang ada like 20 pokok naga kot.. my dad’s latest hobby). Yes, all the fruits semua kat tepi2 rumah je. I could like jump and grab a bunch of rambutans and dokongs or went manggis picking at my paklong’s manggis tree sebelah rumah jer. I used to have this huge durian tree in front of my house, tapi dah mati. She was in her utmost glory masa tahun aku kawin dulu (hmm.. 2001 .. dah 6 tahun eh..). I still remembered counting about 150 D24 grade buah durian in one single pokok. Bnayk tu..sampai tak larat makan...And I also missed my pokok buah kedondong or buah amra bak kata orang Kedah. Pokok ni pun dah kena tebang.. I used to engrave my err.. secret’s admire’s name kat batang pokok ni dulu..hehehe.. (zaman sekolah2 rendah dulu okay..) Anyway … It was good to be home.
On Friday, we drove our ‘loaned’ car to Terengganu. Reached there in the evening. Tersentuh sekejap tengok Ihsan’s father menitiskan airmata tengok kitorang balik. Thousand of miles away, and yet here we are. I really don’t know how to describe papa. Just that it was painful to watch. He’s so thin and so fragile. The cancer around his mouth totally preventing him from talking, breathing and eating normally. He eats through the tube inserted in his nose, breathe from the tube in his neck, talks with his fingers, hanya pen dan notebook penyambung bicara. It was sad to see once a strong and charismatic man, now lying helplessly on bed..looking very old and tired.I pray to God to give strength to this old man. And to give strength to those who love him. Dugaan Allah itu Maha hebat. Will I be as strong if it was me? …
I’m glad that we are back. Even though for a while, but at least we are here. We’ll try to make the most of it.
