A True Story Of Dad And Death

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.


ishma September 5, 2009 at 3:46 PM  

so sad

Igniz September 5, 2009 at 4:14 PM  

ishma: true.

nadia September 5, 2009 at 5:04 PM  

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?

Anonymous September 5, 2009 at 5:06 PM  

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..

Igniz September 5, 2009 at 6:36 PM  

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:)

makhluk halus September 5, 2009 at 6:57 PM  

aku rasa kalo ayah dia ader lagi,mesti dia bangga ngn bdk tuh....:)

Igniz September 5, 2009 at 7:03 PM  

makhluk halus: agak ar..:)

makhluk halus September 5, 2009 at 9:25 PM  

eh...eh...malu ker atau perasan?????

Igniz September 5, 2009 at 11:50 PM  

makhluk halus: terjemah sendiri:)

Anonymous September 6, 2009 at 4:21 AM  

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 =)

a kl citizen September 6, 2009 at 6:30 AM  

sedihnya baca...

setiap orang ada cara menterjemah kesedihan masing2...terpulang

Judiene September 6, 2009 at 2:46 PM  

reading ur latest entry ni reminds me of my dad at home


Igniz September 6, 2009 at 3:11 PM  

Azrul: We'll live :)

kl citizen: yup. different people, different way of expressing:)

judiene: call him la:)

Anonymous September 6, 2009 at 7:42 PM  

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:)

Igniz September 6, 2009 at 8:49 PM  

faten: God loves them more than we do:)

Anonymous September 6, 2009 at 9:57 PM  

take care


Igniz September 7, 2009 at 12:24 AM  

n: take care too.

anish September 7, 2009 at 7:27 AM  

be strong, stay strong :)

Igniz September 7, 2009 at 12:14 PM  

anish: absolutely:)

hannamaruku September 7, 2009 at 2:27 PM  

meremang. sumpah meremang :'(

Igniz September 7, 2009 at 10:17 PM  

hanna: seram ke? :P

aiMo0o September 9, 2009 at 4:54 PM  

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...

Igniz September 9, 2009 at 6:22 PM  

aimooo: some people cry in order to be strong. some people don't. masing2 punye cara. none of them is wrong. :)

Nur Mariaminul Amalina September 11, 2009 at 1:51 PM  

remind me 2 appreciate wat we have before it gone.

Igniz September 11, 2009 at 5:24 PM  

amalina: yup. let's appreciate what we have now:)

phyto hystrix September 22, 2009 at 5:30 PM  

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..

Igniz September 23, 2009 at 2:18 AM  

phyto: agree with you. people will die someday, but the memories of them remain alive. as long as we remember them:)

Anonymous November 5, 2009 at 1:40 AM  

It's beautiful... I cry when I read this. You're a great writer...

Igniz November 5, 2009 at 8:42 PM  

anonymous: thank you:)

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