At around two in the cold noon, I received an sms from Abah, saying that, “Mak abang adi, baru meninggal.”
After phoning Abah and Abang Adi, instantly I felt an extra pang at heart.
Deaths reminds me of my past journeys. Journeys that made me wanted to live life halfway. Journeys that made me point my middle finger high up at the plumpy-clouds sky for years and made me sit under a tree with a tree named Deraman instead of playing with kids that wore same size shoes as me.
Ok I am getting way too emotional again. Let’s talk about tomatoes and cheese.