16th the June.
June, day 16.
Whatever. Today is June and the date says 16. And it’s my late father birthday. I have no idea what to say, but I miss him so much for sure. I miss his big laugh. He could laugh to anything. I miss his big voice. I miss our birthday routine to Bakmi GM. I miss his advice. I miss his big hug. I miss him. I miss you, Bapak. I miss you to the bone till when I know that every Friday people who died can come visit their family, I was like freaking out. I know (in my dream) you’re watching us. I know you’re looking down, although you are not around.
Thanks for the genes that provide these crazy good way of thinking. I cherish every single moment spent with you. I adore you. I love you. I really wish you the very best. I hope Allah SWT gave you the best spot. I hope my prayers work. I hope you can hear my Al-Fatihah..
Just like what you always sent me on my birthday ever since you know the technology called SMS: MET HUT, Pak! :’)