I don't remember when was the last time my father seated beside me when I drive. I think maybe 2 or 3 years ago, not really precise. The moment when I need to retake my JPJ’s test. It is a must test to pass in order to get your driving school done. My father offered to teach me since my brain is quite slow to digest what my teacher said. Tak tahulaa apa yang susah sangat nak pass. Sampai nangis2 dulu😅. Sampaikan atas sejadah pun tersengguk2 nangis. Teruk nau.
I will tell and explain more detail on how Malaysian people take their driving license but for now, let focus on the king of my heart.
Recently, I've been thinking really a lot, to the point I neglected my sister. I tend to think about the future and a few unnecessary things. She has been sulking with me and she even labeled me as “the busiest person”. Honestly, I am not really busy pun, just I don't have that much energy to respond to her stories. I prefer to sleep. I'm sorry. I'll do better after this.
Back to the real story, currently, my father is following a mengaji class. He wants to learn tajweed and to recite the Quran in a proper way. Somehow, this touches my heart. My father is a good man. Lucky me to have him. I grew up witnessing him trying his best to provide a good and better life to me, as well as to my siblings. I watched him going back home, smiling even though I know he is hiding the tiredness he went through for one whole day as well as stress and tonnes of workloads. I saw he was looking at me when I eating and offering me his dishes. Not sure, just I feel he is doing his best in everything without been recognized or even to be awarded. Maybe this is the nature of being a father.
Deep inside my heart, I feel gullible for having a bad attitude and I threw tantrum a lot when I was young( sekarang pun ye cuma kurang sikit). And deep down I sometimes feel inferior. Not sure why.
”kakak drive la”. The first sentence he said the moment he entered the car. Oh, btw my nickname is kakak. Everyone calls me kakak/akak in the family. . I smiled and started the engine, few minutes passed and I drove the car cautiously. Selalu tibai je bawak laju2. I felt weird but I'm happy, I was given that chance to drive my father to a good place. It's just a simple story, but not sure why I put this as my short story. Along the journey we didn't talk much but trust me, I feel happy.
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