|Ayah and me, one month old.|
This is my father. His name is Adnan Ahmad. We call him, 'ayah'. He is one year older than emak. A loving husband to emak, a great father to 7 of us! There are so much that I learn from him. His patience is one of them. I believe I inherit most of his features than emak. I think our face, our hair, our silence, our jokes, our 'sawo matang' skin color, are almost the same. Hehe..
He was a great cook. He used to make his own recipes and yes, we the first-gen were the 'victims' to taste all those new recipes. But they were delicious though. I love them, and kinda miss them. You should try. Seriously.
He likes to make jokes, which orang utara said, 'lawak kerin'. I still remember when I was in primary school he scold us for being pelupa in an early age. He said (with a serious face),
"Macamana hangpa kecik-kecik dah jadi pelupa? Ayah sampai sekarang dok ingat lagi hari ayah lahir. Masa tu suma gelap. Tiba-tiba ayah rasa ada orang tarik. Ayah nampak ada cahaya, pastu ayah bukak mata. Nampak la tokwan ngan opah hangpa..."
And the laugh burst. :D
Mind you, he is the coolest father in the world. As cool as cucumber. When I first encountered heartbreak (and it was only last year. yes, i was 24 already), he gave what every father would give- a peace of mind. Unlike emak who were act protectively, he was more fair and square. Never once he blamed mr ex nor me. Well I guess, a Martians knows another Martians better, aite? Tell you what, during the first week of the heartbreak, he came into my room every night just to check if I was okay or not. I felt like a little girl again. Somehow, it was a nice feeling to have. (yes, mr ex. you are lucky~)
My pray for you ayah, may Allah bless you, and our family with His rahmah, sakinah and mawaddah.
|Eid Fitr 2009|
He's my father. Simply my hero. My own superhero.
Love you so much ayah!