its been so long since i last read a book. d last book i read was differentiate or die - a marketing strategy book.
so i finished the book in a few hours ( maklumah, im currently now back in the glow alexander ) . theres this chapter, first few ones. i cried while reading it. it says sumthing about holding a hand with someone u love, then u dont need them to talk to noe that u have and love them. i read that paragraph, i cried. HARD. i teringat my tokba. really.
i remember back when he was in the hospital. he loves good clothes n watches. he simply noes how to diferentiate things that r expensive n have good qualities. so, back in the hospital, i went to visit him. by then, he cant speak anymore. because of the tubes. i went there, n showed him my watch - a FRANCK MULLER; CRAZY HOURS EDITION. he smiled. so wide. then, as always, il dance to him as i have always did. i danced till i got tired.
so i rested by his bed, n held his hand. it was cold. then, i felt his hand moving upwards. slowly. n he gripped my hand so tite. i look at him, n he didnt say a word. he was just looking at me, closed his eyes for a few seconds, open them back n smiled again.
at that moment, i didnt cry.
i dont cry in front of people. i dont hug wen i feel like hugging, i dont kiss my parents wen i feel like to. i dont say thank u wen i get something. i wont n will not say sory if i buat salah. its just me. i have things that i wn do. but i didnt. i dont. i dont like to do so. if u understand me well, u noe im saying thank u / sorry / etc inside. really. ( only aply to my fam, i do say thanx n sory to frens ) but now, as im typing this, tears are drooling down my cheek.
i miss him.
it was a few days earlier, that my uncle told me.. that my grandpa was saying thank u wen he held people tite. to me, my hand. my uncle, his lips were sucking my uncles finger. wen he called my dads name and closed his eyes tite, wen he saw my dad. some ustad told my uncle how people are dying say thanx to those they love. some sudenly, say ur name n smile.n thats it. u noe, its a thank u for everything.
so, i read d book, remembering what my uncle sed about the tq thing, n the warmth i felt wen my granpa held my hand.
wat he did back in the hospital keeps echoing in my head.
the lessons in the book, are some how, indirectly.. what my grandpa told me about life.
TOKBA, i love u. n i noe, u can still see me dancing around for u. I LOVE U.