
I should feel relieved, glad, calmed, comforted, pleased etc. you tell me. Maktok has been away from her dwelling for 1 month; first 2 weeks at my parents', then a week at Oteh's & the final week back at ours.
Her children; my aunts & uncles from Ampang, including my 2 lil' cousins, came to see her before she left for
kampung. My aunts used that tone that I sometimes use on Mak whenever I feel like being clingy... I should laugh or giggle but I hoped they didn't see the attempted smile I had...
Maktok was unable to visit their places this time. She gave an excuse that I never thought I'd heard before; the stairs at their places are too high for her to climb. But I hear such statements a lot from her lately... That she'd feel congested in her chest when coming back from taking ablution... That she'd sometimes woke up in the middle of the night, feeling of some sort... That she'd feel hurt in behind whenever she sits too long... & my heart waver at each one, contemplating on the best response.
She told the same stories several times also; of how
arwah Tokki used to help her in the kitchen when their children were younger, how her father-in-law taught her stuff in the kitchen in her early marriage days with Tokki, how Nek Yang (her mother-in-law) helped her finished the laundry when she was taking a long time in doing it...how Nek Yang died within minutes after she fell (Nek Yang was alive until I was 9 y/o)...how her tears fell incessantly the day Mak got married to Abah...how her relative died recently while being forced to finish his drink by a nurse at the hospital...
Getting her to drink is the usual joke/ laughable (can't think of another word) predicament between us. It's worrying... I mean, she fainted due to dehydration once in Mecca! She admitted it is the hardest thing for her to do, drinking half a cup is a chore to her. She stared at my 430 ml filled tumbler, thinking she'd take a week to finish it while I would at times empty it in one sitting. We gave her our other 430 ml tumbler just so it'd be an easier reminder for her, to drink more often, if not much.
I watched her treat my 2 other cousins living with her patiently, & lovingly of course. Each like to sit in front of her on the prayer mat whenever she finishes her solat. At different times, each would show her their 'work' on paper, the new toy they have, the funny things their baby sister has just did etc. Maktok would smile, nod, while her lips never stop the
zikrullah.
Maktok is still well at
kampung at the moment...
Alhamdulillah...
InshaAllah...
Why this entry?
It's been in my mind for quite some time... & I had just read a farewell entry of a friend of a friend whose husband died young in an accident, just last month. He left behind his wife of 3 years, a 2 y/o daughter & a 3-month old baby. Moments before the accident, she actually asked her husband, what it would be like when they were old, who would die first between them? Her husband just clasped her hand tight in reply.
& before that my sister dreamed of teeth falling...
Cruising back to Serdang, I still can't place my heart...
But Allah knows best.
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