Simpang Ampat

The irony behind the death of my grandfather was that I had never ever ever drove by myself to his house. I had always been the young daughter, sitting behind the driver seat. Alert and assertive whenever dad wanted to cut cars. I'd sit on the edge of my seat, my small face squashed between the door and my dad's head rest. I always feared that my dad would miss the ray of light coming from the oncoming car ahead.

I had always been the sister, the loyal company my brother kept on his long drive home. I was famous for sleeping in any moving vehicle. (I even fell asleep in a non-AC hot and sticky Asian environment taxi in a 15 minute drive from our hotel to gojo market in Myanmar) I new then, only what I saw.

When I reached KL from Kemaman, abg had left the car keys and I had to make my way to Encik's house alone. Simpang Ampat, direction to Alor Gajah and I smiled as I recognized all the landmarks and carefully wove my way through the winding road for fear of missing the secluded house.

The end of something is definitely the beginning of something else. Even in death, there should never be any regrets.

Thats how I always saw myself enter F's life anyways.

Perjalanan Pulang

Arrived in Kertih via a chopper that was meant for the crew change of rig hand. Most of them were boys, trying to make the most of their youth. I got used to having him wait for me when I got back on earth. Not this time. Kak Aida and Abang Faizal were sweet enough to send me to KL and I made my way to Melaka. Exit Simpang Ampat.

Sembilan Belas

Knock. Knock.

Aku bangun dari tidur dan menghulur beg laptop yang biasa digunakan di dalam control cabin.

'Oih, kenapa bagi aku beg laptop ni?' suara lelaki kedengaran di sebalik pintu

'Behtu ko nak ape. Printer eh. Jap.' Sesungguhnya aku mamai ketika itu.

'Tak kin. Tadi azim call cakap kau ada family emergency.' ayat yang sungguh tidak kelakar dan aku berharap die bukan sedang nak prank me out of my sleepy phase.

'Ok'aku bergegas untuk bersiap sambil membayangkan worst case scenario dan cuba untuk tidak memikirkan nya.

I soon found out that my grandfather has passed away. I had a feeling that it would be the one in Melaka, but still was in doubt since none of my family members got in touch with my office mates. The message trail went like this. Mama texted faliq, and faliq texted kak aida. Kak aida contacted azim.

The rest of the world did not know where I was except for azim. Apis, awk pon sama. Sampai ceroh dok tahu dok platfom mane se. bahang gok ke mu ni.

Encik aku sudah pulang ke Rahmat Allah.

Lapan Belas

Apis sudah 1 hari di norway. Wonder how he likes it there. We finished our job so early its boring now. I want to go back already. Baru 3 minggu. Haha. Lembik betul.

Ni gambar mase naik bukit tabur dengan apis dan rakan-rakan lain.