The question never stops bothering him, "Why didn't you cry when he left you?"
In fact, everyone else had been asking him the same question after that tragedy struck. The boy was 14 years old when he came to the hospital with his brothers at 2 a.m. in the morning, after their mother called sadly one hour earlier, telling them that they should pay him the last visit. He might not make it through the night. His heart was failing.
The father had been there lying unconscious for a month, and exactly the same amount of time earlier, he was celebrating his 50th birthday. He just got out of the operation table about a week earlier, after months staying in the hospital for treatment. On the day of celebration, he told the family to take a picture of the scar on his chest. Never thought that would be the last picture of him they ever took.
Years before his final birthday, he used to take the boy to a video store and buy some movies. They shared quite the same taste. Then they would spend time watching the movies together. Everyday after work, he would reach home at 3 to 4 a.m. in the morning, and the boy would wake up from bed and join him. As usual, they watched movies. In a way, the boy was the closest one to him. In a way, he was the closest one to the boy.
The boy can still remember that there was one day when his father woke up from hospital bed, he told the brother to take the boy to a cinema. Because the boy always complained that he had never been to a cinema. The brother did what was told. They watched a Hindi movie, titled 'Kasoor'. It means 'Guilt'. That was what the translation said.
One hour before he was gone, the boy fell asleep, and was only awoken by the tears of his mother. Everyone was crying. But not him. They kept on asking him the next day about why he did not cry. He said, "I don't know". But deep in his heart, he had his own reason. Seeing his father lying on bed again and again for too long, getting worse day by day, he felt that maybe it was right for God to take him away. It was his time. For that, the boy did not cry. For that, he had dreams about his father being alive somewhere too many times.
29 comments:
so sad
ishma: true.
al-fatihah utk ayah bdk tu....
tapi,bdk tu mmg kuat semangat kan n fikiran dia sgt matang bg bdk umur 14 thn camtu....kan?
yep. sumtime we just hv to let go. aku paham..
just nk tahu 1 thing. does d boy made believe dat d father is still on hospital bed?
theres a boy who tought dat way u know..
nadia: yup. i guess he's strong:)
azrul: nope. he doesnt make believe that his father is still on hospital bed. he only believes that his father is alive in his memory. and his heart:)
aku rasa kalo ayah dia ader lagi,mesti dia bangga ngn bdk tuh....:)
makhluk halus: agak ar..:)
eh...eh...malu ker atau perasan?????
makhluk halus: terjemah sendiri:)
oh. xtau ah ko rase wicked ke x, sebab ade dis 1 boy tot dat way. but d boy only get a lil time to get 2 know his father. good 2 know dat d boy in ur story is d other way around. envy perhaps? but.. we'll live =)
sedihnya baca...
setiap orang ada cara menterjemah kesedihan masing2...terpulang
reading ur latest entry ni reminds me of my dad at home
huhuhuu
:)
Azrul: We'll live :)
kl citizen: yup. different people, different way of expressing:)
judiene: call him la:)
=((
kenapa mesti orang yg kita sayang pergi terlebih dahulu?
tak sempat saya nak manja2 lebih with my father, dia pun dah pergi... and sama jugak dgn igniz, sy selalu mimpi dia yang masih meneruskan hidup:)
faten: God loves them more than we do:)
take care
n
n: take care too.
be strong, stay strong :)
anish: absolutely:)
meremang. sumpah meremang :'(
hanna: seram ke? :P
hmmm..
it's so sad..
but i never really escape from tears whenever my dearest died..
when my grandma died, it really brought me to my knees...
imagining that i wouldn't be able to see, talk or touch her again makes me feel.... hurmmm.... sad... deeply sad...
aimooo: some people cry in order to be strong. some people don't. masing2 punye cara. none of them is wrong. :)
remind me 2 appreciate wat we have before it gone.
amalina: yup. let's appreciate what we have now:)
Not many is as strong willed as he is. Allah's blessings upon both... Yes,our loved ones are always alive,even if we don't see them. They're always with us in our hearts..
phyto: agree with you. people will die someday, but the memories of them remain alive. as long as we remember them:)
It's beautiful... I cry when I read this. You're a great writer...
anonymous: thank you:)
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