In a mosque. After mass Zohor prayer. Heat. Sweat. Air blew from the revolving blades of fans above. Crowds murmuring their words. A wooden coffin covered with prayer mats placed at one corner of the prayer hall. A tall stranger patted my shoulder.
"Adik, jenazah lelaki ke perempuan tu?"
"Lelaki."
"Oh."
"Ayah saya."
"..."
Selamat Hari Raya y'all.
"Adik, jenazah lelaki ke perempuan tu?"
"Lelaki."
"Oh."
"Ayah saya."
"..."
Selamat Hari Raya y'all.
Selamat Hari Raya & Maaf Zahir Batin ye Pok Deng. Jgn sedih2. :-)
ReplyDeletetabah
ReplyDeleteYou are having flashback my friend, think of the good things you shared with him. The little small talk you guys had.
ReplyDeleteselamat hari raya pok deng.
ReplyDeleteEid Mubarak SPD! Wishing you a glorious life on this auspicious day.
ReplyDeleteJika ada keterlanjuran harap dimaafkan.
Memori sedih itu pasti akan muncul, tiapkali raya.
ReplyDeleteSilent Scribbler,
ReplyDeleteMaaf Zahir Batin, ma'am! I is not sad at all!
Dale,
Orait.
goodaspirin,
You accidentally gave me inspiration for my future posts! Senkiu! Senkiu!
geeds,
Selamat Hari Raya, miss.
DrSam,
Eid Mubarak, Dokter Seng! No, you never terlanjur with me. Kah! Kah! Kah!
perempuan,
Dan ramai ingat semua orang seperti saya akan menjadi Islamik dan pemaaf. To hell with that.
btw abg din, geeds (up there), she's my friend. ehe.
ReplyDelete*rainyscream*,
ReplyDeleteI know, miss. Did some stalking, and found out that geeds is a part of our friendship circle. She was a friend of yours. In keeping my anonymity, I thought I'd better keep thing a secret, until now.
Anyway don't call me 'abang din' in blogosphere. It makes me look kiut. I don't wanna be kiut in blog. I wanna look mature, witty, and macho.