"For what are night, day, moon, stars, without love and those you love around you?..."
I was not at all surprised when my sister sms to inform that my abah was very sick. We skipped class and drove straight to Southern Hospital. Hubby called to inform his ustaz, I don't bother to call mine. He must have drove top speed that night. We met mak, my three sisters at the hospital. The rest of the kids were already there to be with their beloved atok abah. Abah didn't look good at all. The nurse gave him sedative or something but I know abah will never complain unless he is really in pain. Abah has been telling us about his stomach ache since I don't know when, and has been refusing to see the specialist. As far as I could remember, abah was never really sick before. But looking at his condition and my initial diagnosis, they have to operate on him soonest.
Tomorrow, the doctor will do some more tests on abah. Then only we know the extent of the operation. Abah is not young anymore. This coming August he will be 77. We talked to abah for a while and when he started to doze off, said goodbye to mak and the rest. We drove back and reached KL at 1.30 a.m. Feeling sad we held each other tightly and finally slept around 3.00 a.m.
I love my abah so dearly.....