Happy Father's Day!

That’s my abah. I believe that was me sandwiched between Mak and Abah. Or maybe that was Bancik. Not sure.

Abah was born in 1939. That would’ve made him 71 this year. Mak said, abah is the last of two siblings. He has a sister, who happens to be the most fussy woman I have ever met in my whole life. Seriously, I’m not exaggerating.

At 27 or something like that, Abah married Mak, who was 19 at that time. Mak never want to tell us how Abah mengorat her. The only thing I knew about them was that Mak fondly called abah Abang Mus. Which, I remembered, made me laughed my head off almost guling2 on lantai when I found that out. Yucks. Geli.

My brothers and sister always told me about the  days when Abah selalu rotan them, for simple reasons like, mandi sungai, tak sampai rumah before Maghrib or failing their exams. They said, abah used to rotan them with clothes hanger sampai patah or once I think I heard they mentioned paip getah. Stories like these made me thankful that I wasn’t born that time, when caning was equivalent to today’s yelling.  Hihi.

But I never saw abah in that light. I was never caned. Prolly because I’m the youngest girl in the family, or maybe because I was a well-behaved (choke!) kid. I’d like to see myself as daddy’s little girl. Why? Because the worst I had from abah was a slap on my back, only once.And I almost always got what I wanted.

As far as I have remembered, Abah was a very very very loving, sentimental kinda guy. Very easily touched. And I knew how to exploit this hihihi... Bancik pernah cakap, “Jan, kau cakapla ngan abah kau nak computer, kalau kau mintak mesti dapat”. Yep. We got it. Actually, Bancik got it.

Once, I was in SMSS and abah visited me after attending one of the PIBG meetings. It was his birthday. and I made him a birthday card. Abah cried style ganas air mata curah2 when he read the card. Awww.

There was another time, it was during the SPM exam and I called home just to say hi. When abah picked the phone up, I sang Lionel Richie’s , “I just called to say I love youuu”.  I heard abah sobbing, refused to talk to me and passed the phone over to Mak.

Then there was that time when I got my SPM result. As soon as I got my result, I called Abah at Cheshire Home. Our conversation went like this:

Abah : Hello.

Ajan : Bahhh. Ajan dapat 9!

Abah : pause. *tsk tsk.* *small sobs* *loud sobs* OK. *hung up*.

Ajan : ??

Five minutes later:

Ajan : Hello Bah. Nape abah letak telefon. Abah nangis ke?

Abah : Mana ada. Congratulations. Dah, jangan balik lambat.

Ajan : *All smiles*.

I know, I’m daddy’s little girl.

I'm not sure how to end this entry so I'll just stop here. 

p/s : I needed to write an entry about him. For the past few days topics on morning shows revolve around fathers day, so i got sentimental and felt like I need to vent. I'll write about how kimi celebrated father's day in later entries.