Ayah : Tadi Ayah dapat message dari Anuar, pegawai Rumah Melaka. Dia wish Ayah Selamat Hari Bapa.
Me: Oh ye ke. Lepas tu Ayah jawab apa?
Ayah : Ayah reply, Selamat Hari Bapa dari Ayah kepada anak anak Melaka yang ada kat situ.
Me : .... *krik krik* Ayah nak suruh Akak wish ayah ke apa? Sebab I don't celebrate Father's Day. Okaylah Selamat Hari Bapa, Ayah!
Ayah : Haaa, terima kasihh.
Me on the other line : =.=
As harsh as I may sound in the conversation, yes, I don't celebrate Father's Day, Mothers' Day, etc etc. I don't believe in allocating one day just to celebrate the presence of your parents. Why do so when you can show your appreciation towards them everyday?
Living far from them, staying abroad, somehow has created this fear in myself. Fear of losing them, fear of not being able to see them before anything happens to them, Nauzubillah Min Zalik, fear of not being able to listen to their voice, etc, etc. Somehow living thousands of miles away from them has taught me to appreciate them more, and has opened my eyes and my mind to see the sacrifices that they have made for me.
Ayah... Ayah is such a heroic icon for me. My own knight-in-shining armor, the only man that I knew that would try his very best to make me happy, the only man that would have listened to me cry, ramble, rant without judging me, the only man that would have drove from our house in Malacca to see me in Matriks Melaka in Masjid Tanah in heavy rain, the only man that would not be tired in giving me motivational quotes although I have had numerous breakdowns, the only man that would not show his disappointments although I have failed to live up to his expectation, the only man that have invited my guy friend to my house for iftar, the only man that would have talked enthusiastically about English and USA, that's Ayah.
No matter how many times that I have felt angry at you (blame me for being the oh-so-called rebellious), no matter how many times have I cried, I know that deep down I will try my very best to do something that will be able to put a smile on Ibu's and your faces. Seeing you both smiling for something that I have done would be one of my biggest accomplishments.
People call you Pak Din, Uncle Din, 'Ke Din, PM Zainud-din, but to me you will always be my Ayah, and I will always be your little girl. I love you and I miss you. 44 more days before I could see your face again. <3 <3