Dear, Abah...
I know, u wouldn’t be able to read this. I just
need a place to express my loneliness. Abah, I’m having my final exam. In 6
days, i have a paper on Public Relations. The lecturer is nice. My study is all
fine. I did well in Sociology’s mid-term test. I got the highest.
Abah, when i was about to enter high
school, i was scared because i was about to live in the school’s hostel. The school
provided me with a double-decker bed which i needed to share with my friend,
Anis. Mama sent me and left early. I sat with Anis and her family until they
said farewell to each other. This story was taken place 7 years ago. But i
still remember it vividly. On the second floor of our hostel, Anis father
hugged her and kissed her on the head. I was so jealous, Abah. I was being
jealous because i had lost the kiss when i was 9.
They day u left me, i tried to figure out
how am i going to live without u. And now, i’m still figuring it out.
Abah, the world is being cruel to me. No one
loves me like they way u did. My friends are taking advantage over me and even
my boyfriend had started to raise his voice. Abah, i know no one can treat me
as special as u treated me. In business, u still called us to ask about what we
ate and what present will we want when u come home from work. No one. Not even
my boyfriend is able to do that.
Abah, how sad i am when i got good result
and i can’t get a hug from u. Abah, i just want to hug u soooo much right now. I
miss u sooooooooo much!
Abah, i’m looking forward to spend the next
Ramadhan with u. Please, come home even though our home is now belonged to
someone else.
Your Daughter,
Nordiana Nordin