The second time leaving my home. I brought a small hand-carry back to Kemaman and it returns to be a huge luggage. It feels like I'm moving here, again. =x
My mum helped me packing yesterday. She thought I'm leaving to Africa so she gave me a lot of food and other daily stuff which makes my luggage is almost overweight and broken! And she bought me a lot of stuff. New luggage, new bag, new Alene (yea..Anlene =x ) ... She knew my lecturer is asking for a traditional costume so she drove me around Kemaman to get me one. Although she keeps on belebeh while searching for the clothe, I can see she is so worry about me. Beside, she cooked me bahkuteh yesterday night and we had a grapefruit as dessert which she decided to eat during the coming mid-autumn festival.
My dad bought me the camera. That is the first ever time to see my dad being so patient to search me something around Kuantan. "I will get you the camera as I promised." My dad said that. I think he knew I'm a bit unhappy when he rejected me last time. At last, he got the camera at a electronic shop in Kuantan. I was so happy and guilty at the same time. The next day, I told them about the traditional costume stuff. Everyone have no idea but at last, he showed me his wedding coat. Wow. He used to be so thin and handsome!! Once again he solved my problem. I don't have to frus for anything!! Besides, He woke me up this morning around 4am, worrying I'll wake up late and miss the flight, yet he doesn't get enough sleep.
During the holiday, I took more time to eat with them. Delayed yc and had dinners with them.
And nothing.
What parents done to me, I'll never ever manage to pay them in return.
Their bloods, their tears, their tolerances, their loves.
Everything is silent, unspoken, but heart-touching.
I love you, dad and mum.
