Sometimes, felt like mak is still here, lying on her bed in her room.
And I keep myself busy with something, so I don't trigger the memories.
To keep smiling, so nobody is worried.
But just now, I'm home alone.
Ayah went to surau for kuliah.
And I passed by the room.
I walked inside, sat on the bed.
Cried.
Suddenly I feel again how ache my heart is.
Mak, adik missed you.
Like no word could ever expressed how much it is.
Kita jumpa lagi nanti, insyaAllah.
;')
Al Fatihah.
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