bazilah abu hassan: November 2015

Monday, 16 November 2015

My Parents are Getting Old

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ

Assalamualaikum peeps.

It's been so long since I last post anything up on this dull blog. Now I feel like telling some stories. I was originally intended to write this on Facebook but hey, my mom is on Facebook. She can't know that I'm writing some melancholic things like this. I'll be teased by my parents till the day I die.

So, I just had my one week break. Every time I come back to uni from home, I like to think about random stuff en route to Kelaana Jaya all the way from Terengganu. I noticed that my parents are getting old and I am going to turn 21 anytime soon. It's not that I don't like the getting old process. I just don't like the idea of my parents getting old.

I grew up with a bookworm mother. She bought lot of novels, her favourite magazine is Majalah Seri Dewi dan Keluarga and she was always reading. I was used to seeing her reading in between cooking. You know like when shes cooking ayam masak merah and while waiting for the water to simmer down, she'll grab her novel and start reading.

Lately, when I offer to buy her favourite magazine she would recline saying that she is too old and her eyesight is not as excellent. But she's reading Facebook and Whatsapp conversations from tiny screen guys. Guess where the wonderful eyesight has gone to? -,-'. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is she's getting old and I'm still hoping that she will age slowly. Duh, what a waste sending me to MRSM. I can't even understand the concept of aging that will come to everyone (except those who die young). -,-'

Same goes to my father. He's getting old even faster than I could ever imagine. When I was still a toddler, I remember sending him off to kebun and he would give my brother and me 50 cent each. Shopping allowance back then sure is cheap. haha. Then we'll see him around noon before we went off to his small kedai kopi after Asar and come home late in the night. he was a busy bee and we always joke how he was busier than the PM.

Now my father still run his small kedai kopi except the kedai has moved to new location which is exactly next to my house. I don't really like the idea of my father has to work in his late 50 but at least he's working nearby the house and my mother is there to help as well. Alhamdulillah. He's grown soft over the edges too. hehe. He doesn't mind if I give him kisses on his cheeks now. I f I'm doing it few years before this, all I'm getting is a hard pushing over the face. My father is not a romantic man everyone. He's a man of few words and he don't express his love. Cute, innit?

All I 'm worrying about now if I will be ever granted the chance to shower them with some wealth and quality time. What if they say their eternal goodbye before I could even start pampering them? Why do aging has to be so fast and quick? Ergh. I pray to Allah that everyone of us will have the chance to live longer with our parents, cherish them and make them happy. My parents are the next best thing after Islam. I am really glad to have them. And I know, they are glad to have me too. :P

So melancholic and sentimental innit?
Be good, do good guys.
The End.





 
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