Gone,but never forgotten.

Assalamualaikum. Hi people! 

This is not a happy story. But i want to write anyway as a rememberance for these 2 people in my life that had left the world for a better place, i believe.

So around mid this year i lost my grandpa, my mum's daddy, late Francis Yassun

What i think of my grandpa :

-I see my mum in him and when i look at my mum i see him.

-Hardworking man. He's a capable man. He can even build house! Balik kampung bangun pagi ja memang grandparents aku biasanya sudah keluar rumah. Pergi sawah.

- Brave. I still remember mum's story on my grandpa run after a ghost! haha. Your grandpa ada kejar hantu sebab hantu masuk rumah?

-Wise man. Kalau aku balik kampung selalu mesti pesan belajar rajin-rajin. Even masa saat-saat akhir di hospital few days before he left, sempat pesan dekat adik and my cousin yang kecil suruh dorang jadi doctor supaya boleh tolong orang sakit. *i cried when mum told me this.i wasn't around at that time*

-Smart. My grandpa can read and understand english. 

-Bila balik kampung paling rasa la akung (what i called grandpa as) tiada kalau mau tengok tv malam-malam.sebab akung selalu tengok tv malam ja and kami ramai-ramai depan tv. The things is akung ne mengantuk tapi mau juga tengok tv.haha. Tidur ja selalu depan tv.Lepas ni tengok tv mana ada sudah akung. Mana ada sudah mau tanya how was my study doing.

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Few days ago, i lost someone who can be considered as our relative. I think she is our relative. Tau la kalau family besar ne kalau boleh semua pun saudara. Pangkat nenek but we called her 'Inis'. Thats her name by the way.

I honestly didn't know where is her house until now. I asked my mum tiada anak-anak ka? Ada. Tapi tiada yang betul-betul jaga dia. Inis ne selalu datang rumah my grandparents dari aku kecil lagi. Ingat lagi masa tu my cousins and i tengah menulis.Kami panggil main tulis-tulis la sebab bukan belajar pun.haha. Inis was there. Kami pun ajar dia konon menulis sama membaca. Anduu ba. 

She was always there, at our place. Asal aku balik kampung ja ada la tu bila-bila dia datang sana. Again, my cousins and i la of course suka tegur Inis. Kami cakap dusun, like :

Inis, nakakan kono? (Inis, sudah kau makan?)

Itu ja la selalu sebab kami selalu panggil dia untuk p makan ja bila ada makanan.hahaha. and obviously itu ja yg kami tau cakap. Basic dusun. 

Ada sekali tu aku dengar macam Inis tengah bercakap. Jadi aku datang la lepas tu tanya "nokuro nis?" (kenapa nis?)

Inis pun balas la panjang gila ayat dia dalam dusun pulak tu. last2 aku cakap siow nis (sorry nis) saya tidak faham. Nokuro ja saya tau cakap.hahahahha. Dua kali kerja la Inis kena translate.

Inis ne walaupun miskin tapi dia rajin. Ada kelapa tua belakang rumah memang tiada juga orang yang guna buah tu so Inis rajin potong  sampai rupa kelapa tu macam kelapa parut lepas tu jual dekat tamu. Aku memang suka orang rajin. sebab aku tengok Inis ne rajin cari duit sendiri bila dia selalu datang 'kawan-kawan' dekat rumah my grandparents pun aku rasa senang. Orang yang tidak menyusahkan orang lain kehadiran memang akan disenangi. 

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Persamaan my grandpa and Inis is diorang masih mampu senyum walaupun atas katil,dengan baju hijau hospital. Bergambar masih boleh buat sign peace :') Orang jenis semangat kuat. 

I haven't meet them for awhile when they were still alive. In the end the news that come to me is only their admission to ward and their last breath. 

Rest in Peace. For every good soul that leave, they are gone but never forgotten. 

p/s : please note that my mum is a mualaf. So i have family members that are christian (catholic).Grandpa and Inis are non-muslim hence, the RIP.