On Monday, she came to my house to see me, my mom told me. But I departed back to Kuantan early morning that day so I did not manage to see her. We haven't met for quite some time and I missed her very much. Usually if she saw me, she'll kiss and hug me. She said I am like his own son. Then I wrote the status in my Facebook:
"Kalau Zaki nak balik Kuantan, dia cium Zaki. Bila dia dah "balik", Zaki pulak tak sempat cium dia" Al-Fatihah.
My emak did not allow me to get back home for some reasons and I have to obey her instruction. What I could do was just to call my emak and update with her what's happening from time to time and perform solat ghaib for Mak Ngah. I couldn't help myself but to cry. Yes, I cried. It's about a death of some one I love.
Few minutes ago, I called my mum again and asked her what's happening there in the kampung and how she felt. She answered:
Alhamdulillah dah kebumikan petang tadi dalam pukul 6. Kalau kau balik pun tak sempat jumpa. Syukur la semua elok-elok aja. Jenazahnya, sempat la mak cium...
People, cium-lah whomever you love (who is halal with you) and say that you love them very much before it's too late...