From midnight to 4 a.m.
I couldn't sleep.
Something was bothering me.
My heart kept reminding me about death.
I mean, I always remind myself about it;
but never at those late hours.
It was almost 5 in the morning,
I finally got to sleep.
Around 6.30 a.m.,
I woke up for Fajr prayer.
Yes, I've spent an hour and a half to sleep.
You can imagine how tiring I was in the early morning.
After I finished my prayer,
I went to bed.
I thought I might get my beauty sleep,
but things didn't go well than what I've expected.
My mom woke me up from my sleep.
I looked at her eyes.
She was crying.
With her shaky voice, she said;
"Opah Lenggong meninggal dunia."
(your grandmother just passed away.)
I was speechless and quickly urge to my brother and woke him up.
I told him about what just happened.
He gasped and went off to get ready to visit grandmother.
Long story short,
I never cried in public;
but looking at her face for the last time,
I couldn't control my emotions.
my heart said, "akhirnya aku menangis jua."
(finally, I cried.)
No, I didn't cry in front of her.
That would be rude.
So, I kept my distance from her when I needed to cry.
Opah means a lot to me.
She always thought that I will become 'Ustazah'.
She believed in me, even though I failed many times.
I never cried in public;
but looking at her face for the last time,
I couldn't control my emotions.
my heart said, "akhirnya aku menangis jua."
(finally, I cried.)
No, I didn't cry in front of her.
That would be rude.
So, I kept my distance from her when I needed to cry.
Opah means a lot to me.
She always thought that I will become 'Ustazah'.
She believed in me, even though I failed many times.
