The journey home was a successfully one. I am not in that emotional and sad stage anymore. It is like the sinner guilt feeling lift off my chest. She is one tough cookie. Her will of acceptance rather strong as a diamond. Upon our visit she is like every other normal days...witty funny and ample to complaint about.
Her mom did apologize to all of us for not able to share that illness information early. It is very hard on her I guess to accept the fact that her daughter is in that final stage condition. We did not shed tear while talking to the patient but when her parents hug us before we leave home.
Since she unable to take any food anymore, she requested for soursoup juice. My 2nd sister manage to buy one from Pasar Tani, blend into smoothies. She had it heartily.
After Ifttar that night me and my 3rd sister went to the hospital again. My goodness, so many people visiting ..over whelmed than the patient. The patient I must say in a very tired stage condition. I do understand the need to visit just in case she pass on unexpectedly. But then again, too much of a crowd will bring much of negativity aura.
Let me tell you for sure...the amount of question and over concerned citizen just agitate her further.
Not everyone knows how to speak nor asked properly.
We stood at the reception of that ward awaits correct moment to approach her. There are relatives, neighbours, friends until I don't know who is who around. Only three patients in that ward...the crowd fit into two coach I think.
My uncle came to us. It breaks our heart to see a sad face of a father. He is one of nicest man ever. It is not easy for him to take it as well. He explained further on how her daughter illness took place right about a week after the surgery..by then they knew something is wrong somewhere.
They are not young anyomore...to have to attend to a sick child when it suppose to be the other way around..it is very painful. No parent should ever have to burry their child....
Then her mom waived us to come over which we did. Chat a bit and asked her if there is anything here in KL that she need us to do for her. So far none....she did request from my 2nd sister for a pair of shoe this coming Eid.
My 2nd sister told her college batch the news....it is a shock to all. I guess we are oblige in a way to inform who we think suppose to be told.
After leaving the hospital that afternoon I arrived home to know that my dad and her dad has gone to find someone that knows how to cure her illness. At this stage there is no cure but only to eased a bit so she does not suffer that much. Dad arrived late evening about 7pm only. All went well. It is a long drive away from our current place.
Among the conversation that we had with my mom...she told us one of our elderly uncle does not speak the volume that benefits all. Blunt and too harsh till it hurt many of those who arrived to visit the patient first time round. Both my uncle and aunt hurt the most until they prefer him not to come.
He said that ....this kind of thing should not happen if we ladies live our life in good manner. I gave my mom that black look! What good manner...married you mean ? a husband and married life does not guarantee eternity. Asked him to look over his backyard first before putting his nose into other's yard. His own kids having two marriage failure...Started lah then...I was furious and mad! What nonsense....
Then my mom slow talk with the wife...just asked him to speak properly and shut up when needed. You yourself still have un married kids...so behave!
Since all of us came back at one batch, mom open up home stay for some of us. Took shower and rest..then by about 4pm we went to Pasar Ramadhan. My my...it is good to be home for sure. Not only cheaper but it is the food that grew up with. Before we leave ...mom gave a gentle reminder...items here are cheaper than KL so please do not buy the entire bazaar OK...
Must buy item ...Ikan bakar, Murtabak Raja, Puding Raja, Lompat Tikam and Nekbat. We bought 3 pieces of stingray fish and 3 pieces of large squid at RM50. If in KL...prepare to pay at least RM80 to RM90.
Stop at the Murtabak Raja...bought 3 pieces at no cost. This family always year in year out will just give us...I think if ever I got a chance to go again before Eid...am gonna get Shan to go and buy. Kind of embarrassing, we want to buy but they just give us in the name of charity for my dad.
The ordering part was rather special, as I stood there they knew whom it is for. I got my dad's face like photocopy... :-)
Travel back on Sunday and the entire days was just resting. My illness still remain the same. Both mom and dad trying to find traditional remedy. See how it goes.
Tried my level best to take a short nap before my night shift today. Failed big time. Woke up with a bit of agitated feeling and as the devil creep in I am in bad mode over so many things.
Received a phone call from a friend caused I missed him so... :-). Chat and shared a bit of my stormy heart. The rest of my to work journey left me thinking about all those things/moment/wish and demand that I do not have despite working hard on it and my prayer over it too. Its like why am I not getting what I want till now....
Then.....in my Isyak prayers late tonight....hmmmm....everything fall into places. The inner voice in my soul sort of slap me tight on my face.
No one....look at what I have. How my day to day path is not as painful as it used to be. Life is more blessed and peaceful. The stormy weather does not last that long. It is part and puzzle of a life of human.
I am very ambitious to tend to my parents needs and spend more time with them. Lets measure how many percent of that in the successful manner...well still long way to go. It is not there yet.
No two...love life...I had wrong man kinda type as long as I remember. Being beaten senseless by some that animal enough. For now, the man that I am having is like a god send. Yes...he may not be up to the par my expectations but in comparing to those wrong one..he is an angel. He has walked with me in the hardest time of my life....seen me in that hopeless and helpless condition. He has no reason to stick around...but he did.
I have decided....I don't care if its gonna take 10 years down the line for me to be with him. I will mend and take it one step at a time. This man is so good to me...so so good. Let me look at myself in casting my prayers and in the name of God how on earth that I really had take the correct path in the first place. Don't point fingers on others...let me point it out to me. I am not letting this on go for sure....
Above all...I am living this live of mine. The hardship, bitterness and sweet victory it is mine to call.
No three...I will continue to work hard on things that my of my wish and dream. Maybe I will get there..maybe I will not. For now I know I have to work my butt out on it. Be it a tour, job or better earnings...I can't sit around awaits miracle to happen...again self assessment is needed before I start to complaint...
No four...religiously...I will find the best way to improve and live a life in HIS blessing. I don't know how I am going to do this but...I am sure there is a way. My prayers often answered it is just I am too blinded to read behind the lines.
The list continue....can't update everything here right...I am surrounded by people who love me to my blood and bone. That alone is a blessing plus I am rich enough to have things that money cannot buy. Though it is much more comfortable to cry in a Mercedes than on a bicycle...
As I am staying on my own, this Ramadhan I often ifttar on my own too. Simple dish prepared enough for me. As I seated at the dining table alone...can't help to feel a bit lonely. It will be quickly brushed off...there are others in this world that do not even have a meal let alone a place to be call home. I have a huge comfortable shelter...and it reminded me of my dear cousin whom in now in the stage of unable to consume any food anymore.
To her...I do admired her courage and will power. May we see each other again for this Eid..Insha Allah!
As I mentioned before...when tragedy strike. We paused and look back at all those moment that now become a memory. I had a good time with her. Family feud still happen...we just made do with how things are now. Maybe one day we will forgive and forget....it is sad to see the elders not in talking terms...
we as their young links...felt even harder pinch.
I got to look after my own self now...God knows what is failing inside me...worry...I am very very worry.
Nowadays the illness often terminal. No more long life span as it used to be...
Picture time.....hope I will be able to taste these again before Eid. That Saturday late night we seated at dining hall to enjoy these delicacies...my dad started his lecturing about us being sweet tooth. Not good for health since we are diabetic descended and all...list goes on...the longer he talked he faster we scoop the sweetness and leave like a whirlwind. Ears burning hot ! Then my dad caught my 3rd sister sipping from a bottle of Coke...hell break lose..kantoi big time!
Before we depart home, my mom handed over a picture of my late uncle. We miss him dearly...very very dearly. I often mentioned how my dad hold deep inside his heart about this brother of his. The regret of him will carry till the grave. It will be for all of us....if only...if only things were different. I always picture how nice it is now since we grew up already....it will be wonderful time together. I will for sure take both this uncle and my aunt to stay with us. Come what may....
Looking at this old photos...no wonder when everyone at home saw Shan for the first time...they said he look like my uncle Mokhtar....now I can see the resemblance. Tall, smart and good looking....
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