If you ask all my siblings, who's the closest one to Ayah, they would definitely certainly absolutely answer: Yatie! Oh yes, gua anak mas Ayah. Maybe because I always brought home straight A's in my primary years. Or maybe because among others, I was the only one with the bad health, hence I was the most fragile one. Thanks to the Asthma! Eheh.Tapi, sudah pasti lah, bukan kerana gua anak yang terbaik atau pun tersopan-santun dan yang paling tidak nakal.
Imagine this, Ayah was a Headmaster at the primary school I went to. Imagine being the Head of the school, but to find your daughter ketuk ketampi di depan class, or berdiri atas kerusi kerana melawan guru. Sangat tidak cool, kan? Paling tidak cool ialah bila anak sendiri dihantar ke bilik guru besar (bilik Ayah la tu) kerana kantoi dating. Haha!
Ayah.
The one who was always always there at the first row, everytime I perform. Baca sajak, main melodian, koir, nasyid, spelling bees, story telling.... name it.. Ayah akan berdiri di antara penonton, sambil menunjukkan thumbs up. Yes, a supportive father he is :)
The one who was always always there to make sure I eat every pills, every prescription and the one who hold the plastic everytime I puke. In my childhood, I used to wake up in the middle of night, gasping for air, but to find Ayah already at my side, ready with an inhaler. Yes, he used to watch me sleeping, and prepared for the asthma attack. Huhu. And when I went to a boarding school, Ayah lah yang terpaling risau. Everytime I pack my stuffs, Ayah would always make sure I didn't forget my inhaler.
Even today when my asthma is gone (I wonder how), Ayah masih trauma setiap kali dengar gua batuk. When I sleep in my room, Ayah will come in and slow down the fan, making sure I'm covered with blanket. Huh. Rimas gak kadang-kadang.
But, what can I do. He is the Father. The father who always want to make sure that his little girl is OK.
And for what I am today, I thank my Ayah.
2 comments:
i damn fucking LOVE this entry!
;D
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