A lot of things have happened. We grew up. We have to. Because life goes on. And we carry together our mistakes as life-learned lessons.
Something happened recently change my perspective on a lot of things. You never know what people can say about you, and how they could have said it. With small amount knowledge, together with vast speed of information age, mixed with negative emotion building up inside, it cause not only a stir in a group of a functional working team; but the whole department, creating a civil war as described by a friend. One could not know what kind of a person you are dealing with; even though they pray five times a day. So I guess everything comes back to your background. Family. You talked like your mother. You argue like your father. Choose those you called friend wisely. I have been back stabbed so many times, its time for me to step back. The door has closed.
Anyway, all of us 8 grew up, in time. The major event of the family is welcoming our stepmom, we called her Ummi. We had a reception on 20th February 2016, but the actual ceremony was on the earlier Eid Adh. Ashbi went to study in Osnabruek, German. Syiby graduated from UNiSZA and now works an IT officer of USIM. Alya has worked with Malaysian Airlines, but resigned when she got a better offer as Res. Officer in UTM. She moved to JB last month.
On my side, I had Abid on 13 June 2013 (in picture) and then Adil on 23 April 2015, both in Hospital Putrajaya. Now that we are SEVEN (including Eddy and me), there are no time to loose. They need my attention. My care. Alimah is in 1 Bakawali, Aidah 3 Ixora and most importantly Arifah is graduating her primary school from 6 Dahlia. Tonight is the farewell dinner, in Bangi-Putrajaya Hotel. For the record, she bought her own dress in a garage sale, borrowed a shawl from Alya and fixed her RM20- BATA-broken-heel shoes on her own. I gave her a blue handbag originally belongs to Niza for her to use tonight. I am so proud of her. I can depend on her doing certain household chores now, she can do things need to be done for herself and for her siblings. She can take care of the baby all on her own. I am so proud of what she has become, no matter what she got for her UPSR and PSRA. I am to register her to SMK Jalan 3 tomorrow. I wish you are here, Mok.
This weekend would be the first birthday party for Zidni and Intan’s first baby, Adnin Zhafira. More events are coming. Future awaits you, keep calm and breath.