Bapak
Pak, I promised myself not to be too attached with all the grief rushing after you've gone. I also promised myself not to upload much about this, but I guess tonight is my exception. I miss you a lot, I'm so sorry I can not see you for the last time. Why do you have to go at such a difficult time? I needed to see you smile for at least once again, to tell me that you're healthy even though I know you forgot your medicine again. I also feel bad and ashamed that I rarely send you any prayer and tonight I just miss you like crazy.
Pak, for as long as I know, what died didn't stay dead. You're still alive inside me. Let me borrow your energy, as you spent most of your time educating children, disciplining the bad kid into loving math (haha it's me). I don't think I've cried in front of you before, but tonight I'm weeping my eyes out. Perhaps, you're watching me from far above. I wish you all light and warmth in your final bed. I hope you see some familiar faces, maybe now you're sipping your favorite coffee with Bapak Encun and Emih. This kind of thought that makes tonight easier to deal with. You are the first man that taught me about "kebermanfaatan" and I still carry that principle until today.
I wish I knew this earlier, parent is a life guidebook. Now I only have Mamah, Ayah, and Bunda. Foremost, I should make the best out of their life. I'm nowhere now, Pak. I feel like I'm lost. I compare myself too much with other people. It makes me selfish because all my prayer goes to me now, I often forget to send Al-fatihah for you. I'm sorry, I'm a bad grandchild ya, Pak? But if you'll let me, I want to pursue your path for education. I'll make it one day into the things I want in life and I hope you still and always will continuously watching me over my head. Rest in peace, for you've worked hard throughout your life.
Sincerely, Shaskia at her 23.
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