hikayat semalam

finally get some time to settle down and really put aside all school stuffs since tommorow is holiday. hmm.. it has been a while since i visit my relatives, even though we live nearby. things has changed. ever since my late grandmother passed away..i begin to feel our ties drift apart. we're still close though, but not like it used to.

When i was in primary 3, i live in jurong and my school was at chua chu kang. i would wake up early in the morning, eager to ride with my father to the bus interchange. my father had no car, no motorcycle. just a normal bicycle with a seat at the back. i remembered last time we didnt had a water heater, and sitting at the back of the bicycle while the wind blowing onto the face early in the morning, was somehow, a thrilling experience. one of the reason why i love morning breeze, it always reminds me to  cherish what my father had gone through to raise me up.

so here goes. since my grandmother lives in cck, i would go to her house after school everyday.
 my uncle lives with her. so i had cousins who were younger than me. everyday, i would play under the block with my cousins. all them were girls by the way. so we would play soccer, badminton and all that sports. after a hard day playing, we would go up. i have to wash up to get ready to back home at jurong. took 172. once reach bus interchange, amongs the crowd, i would see my father waiting for me with his bicycle..a ride back home..i missed those times :') so each day goes on like this till i was in primary 6..

the day i remembered filled with tears. as i rush back to my grandmother house..hoping to meet my cousins and play a new game. but as i stepped into the house, i saw a figure wrapped up in white cloth, laying still. surrounded by familiar faces, weeping and staring into the ground in disbelief. it has been 5 years since she left us.

hmm..maybe i'll continue next time. till then, Assalamu'alaikum..