i went back to batu pahat on 22 September after received fon call from icam and ilal..... ABAH MASUK HOSPITAL.... then i called my mum.... i didn't hear she say anything except for i heard she cried....
i went home immediately and icam pick me up... we went home with his car...
monday, 22/9 (22 ramadhan)
arrive at batu pahat around 6.30pm.... staright away to d hospital... abah was under dialisis.... depending on the oxygen.... d doctor said d condition is very critical.... ICU penuh so kn masuk wad biasa....
on dat nite sumer my relatives blk batu pahat as d condition of my dad sangat teruk. i can't stop crying.... we break fast at d hospital... on dat nite, my dad awake for d first time and i asked for forgiveness...tuesday, 23/9 (23 Ramadhan)
last nite all of us slept in d hospital... we have to be besides him all d time. mlm tadi abah x ble tdo... he's suffering... nothing much dat we can do except for ask him to relax and ingat Allah all d time.. i went home after subuh. after having my shower, i went back 2 d hospital. Yasin is always in my hand. dats d only thing dat we can do.. hanya Dia yg dapat menolong saat ini.. at 10a.m. abah masuk ICU.. d docs took more than 2 hours to identified d problem. it was d saddest moment when d doctor said abah da xde harapan. all d systems in his body already jammed... but still d dr will try to do sumthing.. after all we know dat d dr is not d God. berdoa dan berdoa. itu jek yg mampu kami lakukan.. we have to be strong. we are d pillars for my mum. ptg 2 kami berbuka di hospital. kak an masak lps blk keje and bw makanan kat hospital. kitorang berbuka mee hailam kat hospital. my mum and i did not stay at d hospital at nite.
wednesday,24/9 (24 ramadhan)
abah still in d ICU. D condition is better than yesterday... all of us bergilir waiting for my dad outside d ICU. in d afternoon, dia kn dialisis lg... diz time is 2 hours. everytime bile dia dialisis, dia akn suffer. pity him. i can c d pain dat he's having.. 2 hours dialisis is still not normal... but then abah still x sedar... hari nie kak an masak asam pedas tulang.. pelik tp menarik and sedap.
thursday, 25/9 (25 ramadhan)
i went to d hospital after subuh as usual. abah sedar. tp dia x ble ckp. he try to say sumthing but we cannot understand. kesian abah... i know my dad very much.. dia akan meradang klu x dpt aper yg dia nak... he tried 2 write sumthing but the only thing dat we can understand is INGAT ALLAH. when we didnt understand wut he said, dia akn meradang.. dr kn ikat tgn abah... but after all, ade improvement.. ptg 2 kak an masak nasi goreng as reguest by hilal.. simple and easy..
friday, 26/9 (26 ramadhan)
my schedule is as usual... hari nie kak intan, abg nizam and oya dtg.. sumer org yg dtg mesti terkejut tgk condition abah... as for me, i cry every time people come and cry... i know everybody loves my dad..
as time goes by, we are still hoping dat the miracles will come... Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku, Kau berikanlah yang TERBAIK untuk kami sekeluarga...
monday, 29/9 (29 ramadhan)
second last day of ramadhan.. hospital is our second house. as for my place, arie nie org da start 'ngunjung'. we have 2 face d reality dat my dad is still in critical condition... arie nie x masak.. tok lela antar nasi bariani for us.. diz hari raye will never be d same... normally at diz time, my dad will be d busiest man on earth. everytime when we wanna go 2 d hospital and past by pasar, i can't stand 2 cry. siapa sangka abah ble jd sampai mcm 2 sekali. ptg 2 mase nak buka, he's awake. dia dgr azan maghrib. when we told him dat we wanna break fast, mengalir air mata dia.. he must be very sad.. i can feel it as well. after isyak, pegi umah tok lela for solat hajat and yasin 40. diorang sekeluarga adalah semangat kami. tok man, tok lela, pakcikmat, ciik nizam, cikri, cikjim and pakcik, mereka adalah semangat kami. we went back home after dat. at diz very moment, azri is my pillar. he will call me every night 2 know d progress about my dad as it is not ezy 2 get me during day time. i will cry to him when i'm sad. Luckily he understand my situation as he can't help me much except give me support.
tuesday, 30/9 (30 ramadhan)
Last day of puasa. for d first time in my life, dgr lagu raye itu menyedihkan. menangis setiap kali dgr lagu raye. we clean and arranged d house s request by my dad b4 dia sakit dulu. xde suasana memasak ketupat or tukar langsir or wut so ever things in my house. Not like other house yg da riuh rendah. ketupat ptg 2 pun tok lela yg antar. but as i said, abah memang ramai yg sayang. ramai yg antar makanan di rumah s sumer org kesian. ketupat, rendang, lodeh, serunding, lemang, sumer ade. yg kami x rase cume suasana memasak jek.. but as for me, i juz cooked d ayam masak merah yg my dad selalu masak s dat is d favourite. i juz dun want icam, ilal 2 be said thinking about dat ayam masak merah. nobody can stand 2 cry ms dgr takbir. siape yg x sedih mengenangkan abah yg sakit s 4 every year after maghrib mlm raye, da dgr dia takbir calling us 2 join him.
Till i write diz entry, abah is still in d same condition. I always want d best for him.
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