I didn't saw it coming.
I thought it was like the first time he was admitted.
He was brought home few days after.
He was still alive.
But this time...
It was Sunday night ( yes I still remember what day it was).
I was at home, resting after two tiring day in Kuala Kubu.
Mama called 'looks like he will not survive another night'.
But I said to myself he will, because he is a strong man.
I completed my assignment at dawn that Monday (19th July 2010).
I emailed it to the group-mates (luckly they understand).
Mama called again that morning 'can you pack me some clothes for three night stay?'
My heart was beating like a drum.
'Wait for me Atuk' that was all I said all the way to Melaka.
I recite Al-fatihah and Surah Yassin the whole way to Melaka.
I stopped for a quick nap because I was so sleepy.
If only I didn't stop for that quick nap.
I could at least teach him to say the syahadah.
I arrived at kampung, and there he was lying in the middle of the room.
I started crying as soon as I saw mama and nenek sitting next to him.
I can't help myself.
I've learned that if we cry for the deceased, it will only makes him/her suffer more.
But I can't help it.
I recite the Al-Quran, but I was struggling all the way.
Than I remembered that my sisters haven't heard the news yet.
I called my 3rd sister, she cried immediately after I told her the news.
She was in Sarawak at that time.
I called my 2nd sister, telling her that I was rushing to get her from the campus.
She was half an hour away from atuk's house.
When we arrived an hour latter, atuk is ready to be taken to the Kubur.
He was looking dashingly handsome, like he haven't aged at all.
The best part, he was smiling.
We kiss him goodbye and we all prayed for him.
That was a year a go.
Today, exactly at this our, we completed burial ceremony.
I miss him. We all do.-Al-fatihah-
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