'Sakit Dada' is 'Chest Pain' in Bahasa Melayu.
It is early morning, both of my parents are going to work, while I am preparing to go to Kuala Lumpur.
I'm not just going to Kuala Lumpur, but also to KLIA and eventually, Japan again.
That morning would be the last time I would be able to see them.
I do hate goodbyes.
My dad, a government officer, always wore a matching tie pin to go with his tie.
That day, he happens to wore the biggest tie pin with the sharpest tip.
That is why when he hugs me goodbye, it felt like something sharp was stabbing through my chest.
It was painful and I hate it.
Then I hug my mother goodbye.
This one is painful too; my mother has a very strong grip that morning.
I was suffocating.
It was painful and I hate it.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
FUCK.
I cannot lie anymore.
The tie pin that my father wore;
it was very tiny and has a round tip.
... but my mother's strong grip was not fake.
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Sunday, May 09, 2010
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Goodbye always hurt. Even though it'a temporary one. But I think that is one of those thing that make us human, unlike an emotionless robot (unless you know any one with a heart).
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