it got me thinking... what would i say? what would i want the people matter to me to know? do i matter to them that my last words would be as important?
and then; i remember my Atok. i wouldn't really recall his exact last words to me... but, there was this time.. when i stayed back with him during my long holiday. and my weeks were almost up, few days before i had to leave... Atok was at his table, doing worksheets for his Japanese students i guess, and i passed by. and he stopped me. he held me tight and said, "Kan bagus kalau badan yan boleh kerat-kerat, separuh kat Jb, separuh kt KL, separuh kt Melaka.." and he said he missed me.and held me just a little bit longer. and then he let go. and continue his work...
i love you atok.. i do.. al-fatihah.
