Assalamualaikum.
Hello dunia! Lama dah rasanya tak update blog neii. Rasa bersawang dah oii. Pejam celik pejam celik dah lama gilaa tak menulis di blog kan? Aku rasa semua tak rindu aku. Kann? Yelaaa, beta nei siapa je orang nak rindu. Kehkehkeh Poyo je lebih kau hunn --,--" Puii. Hahahaha Stop it! K. Bukan apa, aku just takda benda nak express. Terasa nak simpan dalam je eventhough aku rasa itu bukan satu attitude yang bagus. Well, it's just my attitude. I'm comfort with it.
Kali nei jugak aku nak privatekan blog neii. Idk why! Terasa macam malas nak publickan E-Diary aku kali neii. Mwahahaha! Well, Ramadhan pun hampir melabuhkan tirainya. Aku terasa macam bukan dalam bulan Ramadhan. Takda suasana yang aku boleh anggap seperti Ramadhan. And I'm really missing my childhood times. Indeed.
Want to know a story when I was a kid? :) Let's flashback the times. Jeng jeng jeng
10 years ago ...
I was 10 that times. From what I remembered, at this age I was really happy celebrated my Ramadhan because I still have my love so-called Dad. Bangun sahur jee ada orang kejut dengan wajah & intonasi yang ceria. He is my Dad. Daddy selalu kejut aku bangun sahur at 4:30AM. Always. The way dia kejut was so different from my Mom. Aku tak cakap Ibu kejut kasar. Still biasa but tak selembut Ayah. Dia akan setia duduk sebelah aku until aku betul-betul sedar. Then dia sure tunggu aku cuci muka, gosok gigi then duduk baru dia start makan. How sweet is that right? :')
Then lepas habis makan, dia akan duduk sebelah katil aku & suruh aku niat Sahur tiga kali baru dia bagi tidur. Even aku dah pandai niat sendiri, he's still want me to follow him Niat. Hahaha That time I was like "Ayah, angah dah hafal. Angah niat dalam hati je. *sambil mata tertutup*" and he will say "Takpa, ikut je Ayah niat. Kita niat sama-sama." That time ikutkan jelaa sebab rasa mengantuk dah mengatasi segalanya. Hahahaha! But now, it's just a wonderful memories that can't never faded.
Time berbuka pula, kanak-kanak riang macam aku memang time berbuka sangat gembira! Macam-macam nak makan. Since dulu lagi, family aku nei memang tak berapa suka kalau berbuka beli makanan dekat Bazaar. So until now, aku tak berapa nak pergi Bazaar. Bila teringin something sesangat, baru check-in Bazaar. hihihi Time berbuka, everyday Mom will cook different menu. So, kitaorang takdalaa bosan asyik makan makanan sama jee. Ye dak? :) Ibu jenis yang straight, tegas with her kids. So, kami semua tak berani nak mintak macam-macam. If terasa nak makan something, we'll tell Ayah to tell Ibu to cook for us. Faham? Tak faham, faham-fahamkan sendiri. Kehkeh
Until dah 10 tahun berlalu, kemeriahan Ramadhan dengan Ayah still terasa hingga sekarang. Idk why I'm write this story, I miss Dad maybe. Now, everythings change. The surroundings, emotions and people changes too. I always longing for Ramdhan with Dad. I think he's the only man that knows me so well. He knows what I've been through, what I feels even I didn't tell him. Feels just like yesterday he left us. Terasa suasana sedih tu. I know he watching me right now. I know he do. Sebab in this Holy Month, Allah dah janjikan semua syaitan diikat, dan semua Roh akan dilepaskan kerumah masing-masing untuk melihat sendiri ahli keluarga mereka. From what I know laaa. Tanya ahli-ahli yang lebih arif about religions, and they said it's true. So, I know Ayah is with us during Ramadhan. I just can't look and touch him, but I can feel him beside me.
Well, since dulu aku memang anak manja Ayah. I'm too close with Ayah. Everythings happens, we'll share together. He's my ear. My best listener ever! Bila dia takda, aku terasa sangat kehilangan seorang Ayah & kawan yang hebat! Sangat. When he left me, everythings change. Totally changed. I'm not like before. whatever problems it is, I won't easily tell others even Ibu. Idk why. I'm feel like no one cannot be trusted anymore. Weird isn't? /: Hm
Whatever it is, love your parents before they left you. Appreciate what you have. Gain a wonderful memory as much as you can with 'em. I'm always feel jealous towards people who have a Dad. A someone who you can called Ayah, Abah, Baba and so on. Because they have what I didn't have. Sangat jealous. Teruknyaa aku, Wuwuwuuuuuu :"( Lastly, Happy Ramadhan & Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to all Muslims. Ciao!