The guy who made me cry~

I'm currently writing this in the dark while the rest of my family members are asleep here in the living room. It's only around 11 pm right now but I know, we've worked so hard throughout the day to prepare for the kenduri arwah which was after maghrib.. It was exhausting...



The only reason why I'm not asleep yet is not because I'm too energetic of a young lady or what.. But I forgot to bring my blanket and the chill in this wooden house is seriously piercing through my muscles and bones... This is much colder than when you turn your air-con to the lowest degree..





The guy who made me cry...



I'm here in my kampung for the kenduri arwah of my late grandfather, 'nenek'... I expected myself to cry due to the awkward absence of the guy whom I love so much especially since I was the only one who couldn't make it to his funeral in January. But today, I actually cried for a different reason...

This guy.. Fate has it that he was born in an impoverished family where the wages of both his parents were not enough to serve all their 11 children that finally he, the youngest of all, was left here in Sabah for the relatives to take care. He was raised by different mothers.

This evening he said to me "Kak, aku ada 5 orang mak.. Bila aku panggil 'mak' semua menjawab~" *"Sis, I've 5 moms.. When I called out "mom" all of them answered"


I laughed because that exactly happened in the kitchen when he called out "mak". I said,

"Semua orang sayang kau kan, dik..."




Yeah~ Everybody love him very much.. When he was 9, he was entrusted to take care of nenek. They live all by themselves here in this kampung.. They mutually fulfill each other's needs. He helped out nenek with heavy chores like fetching water, carrying heavy things, washing clothes while nenek cook for him. He even had odd jobs in the market after school and during weekends. He receive tips from carrying fruits like watermellon, pineapples, honey dew and many more. O yeah~ Since he didn't have any bike, he walk to the market which is located around 1 km from the house.. Not that he didn't get money from the rest of the family members, it's just that he wanted to work and tried not to rely on others...


But when nenek fell really ill, they were seperated and like the rest of his cousins he only had the chance to meet nenek when there's occasions like eidul fitr or eidul adha~ Nenek was then taken care by another aunt..

The occasion that made me cry...

Just now, in the living room, as usual the imam was reciting quranic verses.. When it came to a point where the verses were not familiar to the jemaah and the jemaah went silent, I heard another voice that was precisely reciting every word that came from the imam.. The voice was mellow and soft .. Definitely from a boy.. I turned to my aunt and asked whose voice was it.. She simply answered with a smile "Adik.."


I went to peek for confirmation and yes there he was.. Cross-legged, holding a book in his hands and reciting.. He recited the verses clearly and I found it was rather amusing to see a tiny guy with such confidence in the crowd of adult men.. I smiled with tears pooling in my eyes.. One is because I'm so grateful that he has grown into such a lovely boy and secondly I could sense the love in his face and his voice.. I don't know how to correctly describe what I sense in the vibration of his voice but it's as if he really hopes that every verses and every prayers is heard by Allah (well, He'll definitely hear) and you can feel it how he miss the old man very much~

After the recitation was done, he stood up to help out carry the food into the living room..The other kids in his age were only staring and waiting including my overly-pampered brother..

I told ummi how amazed I was by adik tonight and she told me "Masa nenek kau meninggal.. Nda berenti dia baca yassin.. Sedap lagi tu dia baca.. Betul lagi makhraj dengan tajwid nya~"


Owh~ adik... You've made me cry tonight... All those hardships that you went through have made you like a polished gem even in this very young age~ Hope you score your UPSR this year and continue to grow as a nice lovely soleh guy... Ameen~

hurm~ he reminds me of someone else to0~ =)