Thursday, February 18, 2016

that Thursday ...

Thursday …
I look at the time ...
At this hour ….
I’m counting the time ..

Back to three weeks ago ….
The hours, the minutes, the seconds …
Counting the last time I saw you breathing …

Three weeks ago …

But still …
There is time I feel I cannot accept it
There is time I don’t want to believe it
There is time I am still wishing …
You were still here ….

I saw the last moment you smiled …
I heard the last moment you laughed …

Sometimes I wonder …
So many questions … so many ‘what if’ ….
I wonder …

Would you still be here, Pa?

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

to papa ....



miss you so much, Pa ...

every night, i wish you come to my dream ...
just want to see you even it's only in my dream ...

everyday, i look up the sky
trying to picture your face in the clouds ...

are you up there, Pa?
or are you with me, here beside me?

everyday, i look at the empty chair
you used to sit there, watching tv …
or working on the tsudoku  ….

everyday, i still say
‘Assalamulaikum, Pa … Rina berangkat kerja dulu …’

i miss your sms …
i miss you call ..
asking ‘Udah di mana, Rin ? Naik apa? Macet gak?’

i miss everything ...
even your anger ...

everyday, i pray ....
that Allah will take care of you ...

i am sorry, Pa …
if I am like this ..
i am just a girl who misses his father so much ….

miss you so much, Pa ...
really really miss you ...