The one that called me Kakak!

It is amazing how our entire life of years and years can be affected by just two days. Two days in particular when our path crosses with someone special. One might not think that two days of meeting someone can be enough to make a heart feel empty, but that is exactly what I am feeling right now.

Not because two days is insufficient but because two days is all he took to leave permanent footprints in my heart. Especially now that he is gone and forever gone.

During our trip to Terengganu, my husband and wife colleagues; Azam and Fiza brought his younger brothers Fadzly and Izzat or Mel. In the bus they sat next to our seats. Miki adored them both. Once they went to sleep and Miki cried because he had no one to play with.

Mel especially had spent much time in the bus playing with Miki and his toy turtle, taking Miki’s pictures with his cellphone.

They both called me Kakak! Mel helped me carry Miki’s diaper bag during the boat ride from Pulau Kapas to Marang and I remembered so well his gentleness and I could see how he was a manja youngest son in the family.

I thought him how to swim a little bit. I can hear his voice “Kalau pergi sampai ke tengah pastu tak boleh balik macam mana?” so Fiza and I scolded Azam for leaving him swimming alone for he was a little afraid. And so all of us swam together a distance away from the shore where the coral view was magnificent.

I can hear him calling me “Kakak! kakak!”. I remember giving him some tips on his heart burn. Throughout the entire trip, Mel was not feeling well. But he tried his best to be cheerful and be a sport.  I remember offering him keropok lekor and he declined saying if he was well the whole packet that I was eating wouldnt be enough for him.
“Saya sakit kak..” he said. “Kat sini!” as he pointed to his abdomen.

If only I knew that heart burn was fatal. If only I knew….

Mel had left us all to meet his Creator yesterday morning due to stomach ulcer. He was 19.

I still cannot believe it. Two days and almost like a brother to me… I can hear him calling me Kakak! Kakak!!

I don’t know why God has made it such that I have these photos. Anyhow I am thankful to have met with a special person even for just two days. Two days that I shall never forget.

Condolences to Azam and Fiza’s family.  Semoga Allahyarham Izzat Anuar ditempatkan di kalangan orang-orang yang beriman. AlFatihah.