I have this strong attachment with my mom. As the last child in the family of course laa i rapat gila with my mom. My mom is a housewife. So basically i membesar with my mom around me, she is my first teacher, my first . She doesn't know how to drive, so when i was a kid we used to jalan kaki to go to pasar during weekdays because abah kerja or me and my mom ride a basikal to pasar. Idk how my mom manage bawak i nak basikal. Kiteorang naik basikal yang ada bakul kat depan and i akan duduk kat belakang. It was fun you know when i have those kind of memories with my mom. Then i selalu teman my mom pergi mengaji but i ended up tertidur atas peha dia. So basically ke mana mak i pergi, i will be there. My mom always tried her best to give everything yang i nak masa i kecil dulu. And ingat lagi dulu nearest supermarket was giant at Taman Permata, so dulu nak pergi sana it's either my dad hantar, naik cab or naik bus. So bila my dad busy, kiteorang akan pergi naik bus. Bus tu kiteorang panggil bus hijau. Because it's green in colour. So akan duduk tunggu bus and then turun. Balik usually akan naik cab. But never once my mom mengeluh dia tak reti drive. And masa i kecil i selalu rasa my mom paling trust i, sebab i kalau nak beli barang ke apa, dia lagi percaya i tahu apa dia nak compared to my brother. So kalau dia nak suruh kiteorang beli barang, dia selalu suruh i ikut skali. Sebab my brother ni geli dgn ikan ke ayam. So i lah kena beli.
Then, this one time, i akan pergi sekolah agama dia hantar. Kiteorang akan jalan kaki together, she dropped me at school and dia akan pergi kedai kawan dia and fetched me later or dia balik rumah and datang ambil later. So ada one time ni, my mom lambat sikit. So i memang punctual gila. 2.30pm i dah kena gerak. So that day my mom lambat, so i keluar rumah and jalan sendiri ke sekolah. Can you imagine? Kalau aku lah ada anak camtu memang dah kena marah dah. My mom passed by my school and dia tgk i, pastu i toleh buat buat tak nampak. Hahahaha. what a brat? So fast forward masa i nak masuk stf, i cam okay je. My mom, of course lah dia berat hati. I pergi pun sebab my sister insisted me sebab dia teringin nak masuk asrama. So masa hantar tu of course lah sedih takde kawan. Second day, i called her cakap dah taknak dah kat sini. Dorang masak ikan. Sebab i am very choosy with my food. Pastu mak i cam, mak nak buat cemana? Mak tak dapat datang. Basically dia tak layan pun i nak keluar. Hahahaha. When i was in stf, i start jauh sikit dari family. Basically i rasa i ada life i sendiri. Tapi tu lah menyesal gak. Sebab my parents rarely datang visit me. Sebab semua orang busy.
My mom, has been a greatest mom ever. Dia jahitkan i baju raya i or any thing yang i nak. Dia akan tolong i bila i ada exam seni and dia bagi banyak idea. And dia akan cakap how her dad was very artistic and buat macam macam masa dia kecil dulu. And everytime i nak pergi sekolah, dia akan mandikan i every morning. Ikat rambut i the way i want it to be. Siapkan bag i, air nak pergi sekolah. Lipatkan lengan baju i every morning. Gosokkan baju. Sometimes, i wonder what if i tak masuk stf, my life would be different? Will i regret that i grow up jauh dari family i all these while? I rasa masa i kat kms je best sbb mak and abah datang almost every week. Pernah one time tu abah kerja kat Myanmar, so takde sape nak hantar mak kat kms visiting me. And i merajuk, tetiba dia whatsapp kata dia datang dgn kakak i. I was so happy sbb masa tu i dah nangis dah dia taknak datang. Kalau mak i tak datang pun i akan balik rumah naik ktm. Almost every week i akan jumpa mak and my family. And ada satu masa ni, i kena chicken pox masa kat kms. I called my mom tengah hari tu kata mak orang nak balik, harini juga. And my mom kata okaylah nanti dia suruh abah balik awal.
To think of what she have done to me all these while, makes me feel what a blessing for me to have her. Though i selalu terasa, sebab ye lah i kan suka nak menggedik. But she's done everything for me. Dari i kecil sampailah i kebesar ni. Everyday i pray to Allah, that He grant both of my parents health and happiness in their life sebab jaga i dari kecil till this day. For being the bestest thing i have in my life. For able to fulfil my needs and wants. For always have time to gossiping with me. For always knows whats the best for me. And for always giving me advices and be someone yang i can rely on. Some part me still regret going to india, sebab jauh dengan family. It's been years since i jauh dgn family i. Not be able to be there in every occasions sedih weh. I think i've had enough being apart from my family. Homesick pula tetiba writing this. Okaylah sheda nak focus study dah now, so boleh balik Malaysia cepat. Kbye. (literally crying on my bed now) so i cannot proceed with my entry. Sorry guys.
Then, this one time, i akan pergi sekolah agama dia hantar. Kiteorang akan jalan kaki together, she dropped me at school and dia akan pergi kedai kawan dia and fetched me later or dia balik rumah and datang ambil later. So ada one time ni, my mom lambat sikit. So i memang punctual gila. 2.30pm i dah kena gerak. So that day my mom lambat, so i keluar rumah and jalan sendiri ke sekolah. Can you imagine? Kalau aku lah ada anak camtu memang dah kena marah dah. My mom passed by my school and dia tgk i, pastu i toleh buat buat tak nampak. Hahahaha. what a brat? So fast forward masa i nak masuk stf, i cam okay je. My mom, of course lah dia berat hati. I pergi pun sebab my sister insisted me sebab dia teringin nak masuk asrama. So masa hantar tu of course lah sedih takde kawan. Second day, i called her cakap dah taknak dah kat sini. Dorang masak ikan. Sebab i am very choosy with my food. Pastu mak i cam, mak nak buat cemana? Mak tak dapat datang. Basically dia tak layan pun i nak keluar. Hahahaha. When i was in stf, i start jauh sikit dari family. Basically i rasa i ada life i sendiri. Tapi tu lah menyesal gak. Sebab my parents rarely datang visit me. Sebab semua orang busy.
My mom, has been a greatest mom ever. Dia jahitkan i baju raya i or any thing yang i nak. Dia akan tolong i bila i ada exam seni and dia bagi banyak idea. And dia akan cakap how her dad was very artistic and buat macam macam masa dia kecil dulu. And everytime i nak pergi sekolah, dia akan mandikan i every morning. Ikat rambut i the way i want it to be. Siapkan bag i, air nak pergi sekolah. Lipatkan lengan baju i every morning. Gosokkan baju. Sometimes, i wonder what if i tak masuk stf, my life would be different? Will i regret that i grow up jauh dari family i all these while? I rasa masa i kat kms je best sbb mak and abah datang almost every week. Pernah one time tu abah kerja kat Myanmar, so takde sape nak hantar mak kat kms visiting me. And i merajuk, tetiba dia whatsapp kata dia datang dgn kakak i. I was so happy sbb masa tu i dah nangis dah dia taknak datang. Kalau mak i tak datang pun i akan balik rumah naik ktm. Almost every week i akan jumpa mak and my family. And ada satu masa ni, i kena chicken pox masa kat kms. I called my mom tengah hari tu kata mak orang nak balik, harini juga. And my mom kata okaylah nanti dia suruh abah balik awal.
To think of what she have done to me all these while, makes me feel what a blessing for me to have her. Though i selalu terasa, sebab ye lah i kan suka nak menggedik. But she's done everything for me. Dari i kecil sampailah i kebesar ni. Everyday i pray to Allah, that He grant both of my parents health and happiness in their life sebab jaga i dari kecil till this day. For being the bestest thing i have in my life. For able to fulfil my needs and wants. For always have time to gossiping with me. For always knows whats the best for me. And for always giving me advices and be someone yang i can rely on. Some part me still regret going to india, sebab jauh dengan family. It's been years since i jauh dgn family i. Not be able to be there in every occasions sedih weh. I think i've had enough being apart from my family. Homesick pula tetiba writing this. Okaylah sheda nak focus study dah now, so boleh balik Malaysia cepat. Kbye. (literally crying on my bed now) so i cannot proceed with my entry. Sorry guys.
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