HuHUHUHUU!! Lols. Okay, date, 7.10.2009. 12.35 a.m. Suddenly woke up from sleep. Dreamt about mom. Hoping she's soundly asleep right now. For, me, eyes are heavy, but felt like posting here. Gaah. Yesterday, 6.10.2009, official our half year anni. Gosh, so fast. Hahas. The pros, time fly fast and both of us are growing and we began to understand each other now somehow. =P. The cons, in this growing state, though we began to understand, misunderstandings always interfere. All right, the main point of posting here is one thing, 1. MOM. Baby, I don't need to post about you all the time right? Teheee. No no no. Just for this post alright.
Rosidah Binte Abu.
Wife Of Abdull Muntaha And Mother Of Three.Have you ever felt that you hated your mom before? Have you felt that she's giving you hell by not giving you freedom, love and the care you needed? What would you feel if your mom, whom you hated suddenly laying on the bed in the hospital? She's still asleep and what would you feel when you look at her? I faced this. I regret. For those young ones, time is what you'll need. You'll gain freedom with time. Love, mom's love never fade for you. Care, she's giving her best care, but you didn't notice it. I saw my mom, lying on her bed, sleeping. She made through her operation. Her medicine has not wear off and she's still sleeping. Bending down towards her head, touching her forehead. Past things flashes back in an instant. The time when I was small, causing soo much trouble. Running away from home, caught smoking, coming home late often, being rude like hell, cause a big fight in the house and etc. Now, I'm going 18 next week. I got the license to smoke now, coming home late is not an issue now. I got all this through time. Looking at her while she's asleep, makes me regret all the thing I did in the past. Why did I do all that? Why didn't I just wait till the time that I'll get all the freedom and license I want? Her face shows she's already old, tired and one big thing. LOVE. I cried softly. Bend down again, called her. "Mak." She suddenly opens her eyes. Her medicine hasn't wear off and yet she managed to open her eyes to my calling. She tried to say a word, but I can't make it up. I began to cry harder. Baby was with me, she saw me crying. She never saw me crying, and suddenly she saw me crying hard. Suddenly, "Arief" It's my name that she's trying to say. I cried harder. She said in a weak voice, "Arief, jangan nangis sayang." I tried to stop, but I can't. She told me again, not to be bad, as she's sick. I nodded. Told baby to call dad whom outside. I can see dad's face is happy and quickly grabbed mom's hand. I walked out of the ward and sat outside. I cried and cried. Can't stop till I finally try to make a joke to make myself relax abit. Go out smoke and Maghrib finally arrives. Solat and pray. Tears drop during I was praying for mom. Thanking god for making the operation a success. You see. Mom maybe a bad women in the house. Nag and stuffs. Think again, why she nags? Why she kept you in the house and curfew you? Why she did all those things that you hate? Think back. Those whom reading this, don't you begin to think all this just when your mom is lying on the hospital bed. Think before you do anything more to make her sick and end up in the hospital.Till here. Toodledoo.
P.S: Baby, thanks for being there with me. I'm sorry if I cried too much. I've been strong in all ways but you finally see my weakness. Thanks alot. I love you. Thanks for comforting me and calming me down. That's what I need from my girlfriend and thank Allah, you did it. Alhamdullilah and I love you soo much Baby. Wassalam.
Loved.Forever
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