he was my friend when he played hide & seek with me.
he was my tauke durian during my last time ever eating it at his orchard.
he was my hero protecting me from the fall of durians under the trees.
he was my doctor when i fall down and hurt my leg.
he was my father when we were being schooled at kampung Lenga.
he was my driver bringing me wherever i want to around the kampung.
he was my teacher that taught me on religious education.
he was my imam everytime we prayed jamaah.

he had been a loyal customer since he was young to the tauke emas Pekan Lenga.
he had been serving for the country during the communist era of Malaya.
he had been very calm in his position to not even have the slightest mood swing in some critical situation.
he had been so brave catching the big snake i saw under his house and there was his face of satisfaction.

he was the nicest golden ages i had known so far.
he was the most soft-spoken person i've ever talked to.
he was the most well-known person in his kampung.
he was the most respected elder at his district.
he was and forever will be the greatest grandfather a person could ask for.

it's sad when i heard the news that he is almost reaching his time.
it's tearful when i could only talked to him for awhile on the telephone.
it's depressing when i could not be there to hold his hand tightly.
it's unfortunate that maybe i couldn't be his doctor especially before he lives in the life-after eternity.


and we share the same hobby; photography.

Atuknda, semoga dirahmati umur yang panjang.
Cucunda sekalian akan senantiasa mendoakan kesejahteraan dan kesihatan atuknda.
Terima kasih tak terhingga buat jasa atuknda yang tak mampu cucunda sekalian balas.

*isk isk*

yeah...i'm really missing those days in kampung..
the baseball game, the rubber smell, the durian orchard, nenek's dishes, atuk's motor-riding around the kampung...
all those rewang-kenduri thingy, those berzanji and selawat group from house to house..
i wish i was back home..

p.s: doakan tuk atuk Layla k?