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22 Sep 07 | The story.



I couldn't believe my eyes. Even now, I really never thought that AtokBaby has left us. I have not felt his lost yet. Seriously. Maybe because, I'm used to have him calling my name, lying at my bed, sleeping.

AtokBaby will be kebumikan tomorrow morning at 10am. The Mayat is still here. The last day seeing him here in my house.


Just now, in the morning, during Sahur, my Parents saw his leg fidgeting around while sleeping. We didn't felt anything just yet. Around 12 in the afternoon, Mom told my Brother, Amsyar to bathe AtokBaby. But since, AtokBaby was still asleep, Amsyar do it a lil bit later. The clock strikes 0230pm. Mom told Amsyar to bathe AtokBaby. This time round, Mom followed Amsyar to my Bedroom (which is where AtokBaby sleep). I was in Nas's room that time videoing Nas playing guitar. Then, Mom called AtokBaby, "Pak. Bangun pak. Mandi." While tapping his chest, to Mom surprise, AtokBaby heartbeat stopped. Dad called us in the bedroom. Dad told Nas to do CPR (since Nas was in SCDF). But Nas couldn't. He was scared that AtokBaby bone will crack. I quickly called the Ambulance. I was panic. Panic like hell. I called BeauBoi a few times but no respond. It was after Zuhur that time. Dad went praying. The others, waiting for Ambulance to come. 20 mins later, the ambulance came. Then comes, the Police. Actually, we are waiting for the doctor to come to Confirm that he had already passed away. Called a few doctors but neither of them could come & checked. After a whole bunch of my family/relative come, finally a Private Doctor agreed to come to my house. 2 hours later, Doctor came. Writing down statement & all. I know, by this time, AtokBaby has already passed away. It was already 4 plus. We couldn't 'kebumikan' today as it was already 4 plus pm. As told by the Singapore Casket, they won't accept any jenazah after 4.


So now, here I am, pen down this story. I redha kepada Tuhan.


& For your info, today marked 14 years my Arwah NenekBaby (which is AtokBaby's wife) has passed away. It was all coincidence. We never thought that it could be this way. Memang dah Ajal.


AtokBaby's IC states, MARDI BIN ISMAIL. But actually, it's not ISMAIL. It's MARDI BIN BUANG. My moyang's name is BUJANG. Orang dulu dulu, selalu salah nama & all. You know.

AtokBaby is 83 years old this year.



& seriously, I'm gonna miss you a lot Atok. :( I know you're here lingering around in my house now. I can smell it. It was so heartbreaking. But all I can do now is, BE STRONG & REDHA. Yes, I know people. Infact, I don't cry that much for his lost. Cause I believe, he doesn't want any of his family to be sad.

Meninggal dunia pada hari yang mulia ini.
*sigh*
Kita yang hidup kene terus hidup.
Kita harus byk bersabar & redha kpd Tuhan.


Innalilah Wainnalilahirajiun.

Atok disahkan mati pukul 0215PM semasa Tidur. But I'm sure it's lepas Zuhur.
We didn't realise it, you see. We thought he was sleeping. :(



Atok,
I'm gonna miss feeding you.
I'm gonna miss giving you medicine.
I'm gonna miss you calling my name.
I'm gonna miss massaging your legs.
I'm gonna miss everything.


Memang sebelum Ajalmu, kau telah menikmati apa yang kau inginkan.
Semoga Allah mencucuri Rohmu Atok.
Amin.


22 September 1993.
Nenek telah kembali ke Rahmatullah.
22 September 2007.
Atok telah kembali ke Rahmatullah.


Ya Allah!!!
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