On this very day..

I've tried to keep steady today, acting normal. Waking up, playing games, read little of some books, getting lecture from mom, having lunch with family today. And the normal every weekend routine. 

It looked normal. In fact to everyone's eyes it was. But I guess no one can tell how much I'm holding the facade on for my parents.  I'm sick. I'm worry sick. Because today is the day that my parents will be going thousand- heck maybe more -miles away from Malaysia. Its not the first time, I knew that. But I couldn't bare the thought of them going far and leaving me and my siblings behind here. 

 Currently, I bet they in the flight on the way to that destination. 

I cried so much after seeing them already entered to the immigration counter. And from that moment, I knew I couldn't hold on to the facade no more. I've cried the whole way and silently of course from my grandparents' and little brother's eyes.  

But I think my parents knew what I'm doing the entire time for them. They never mentioned it in front of my face but only smiled at me, kissed me goodbye and give hugs that I will surely will miss.

 

 

 

So much emotion going on today. Mind the above texts, its what I wish to let out. ... as well the tears while I'm typing.. o.o um.. What can I do now for my parents is to pray their safety and.. COME BACK HOME SAFELY! ;_;    

Anyway... before that. I been meaning to tell this, but I was so busy helping mom and dad to pack their things up until I forgot to post it.... o______________o

It happened before my parents went to their flight at KLIA. We all- include my grandparents -having our 3o'clock lunch and the elders of course taking their chatting on more than youngsters would do. Until my grandpa asked a question that caught my interest toward my dad as they ate their meals, "So, Madinah first or Makkah?" 

I looked up at him with questioning eyes- my dad answered, "Madinah first." 

 Eh? 

"No need to wear Eh-ram?" My grandpa asked again. 

"Nope, because we going to Madinah first," 

"WHOA! HOLD ON A SECOND!" I piped out- startling all my family members (except my brother, he focus on the ongoing show on the TV) 

"What is it Tisyia?" My mom asked me and stopped completely from eating her rice. I looked between my mom and dad with a surprised face, "Mom... Dad. I thought you two going on... Cyprus today? You two going to Madinah?" I mean- yeah why my grandpa asking about the Holy City of Makkah and Madinah itself? Its not like they going on for another Umrah right? 

My dad raised an eyebrow, "Tisyia, we talking about next year plan on January, we'll be going for Madinah and Makkah." 

SAY WHAT AGAIN?!

Then my grandpa continue on his questions about the next year plan to Umrah and Madinah while I tried to comprehend the raw information in my head. 

"EHHHHHHHHH!?" I nearly screamed- causing another startled to my elders of the family

"Tisyia! Stopped doing that kind of habit! Its rude on the table!" My mom frowning at me but I ignored her and giving my dad another shocked look, "Dad! You didn't tell me about this!" 

"Well, I did, but you took it as a joke remember?" My dad giving that 'grin' on me as I stared at him dumbstruck, "YOU NOT JOKING THAT TIME?!" 

"You do know that I'm not joking.." 

"Well.. YOU ALWAYS JOKING AROUND ANYWAY!" 

"I am not! You the one who took it as a joke anyway~"  I heard him grinning in his voice.

" >0< DAD! I can't believe it!" 

I heard my grandfather chuckled making our little arguments between my dad stopped. The eldest man in the family smiling at me, "Tisyia, don't you feel happy?" 

"I am.. Its just.." My eyes begin to get watery, "..Oh... God. I can't believe it.." 

"...She's on touchy mode again," I heard my little brother mumbling despite he sat at the back of the table from us to watch his TV. I gave him a weak glare, "Shaddap." 

My family chuckled but what my grandparents said next made my heart fluttered in such soft excitement, "Allah invite us back to the Holy City," 

"And this time... Madinah." My grandmother smiled at me. 

I remembered back the time I went to the Holy City- Makkah itself for the first time back around March and now thinking that I will be going there again made me... want to cry again. 

Thank you, Allah. Alhamdullilah. 

And Insya-Allah. I hope it really do come true. :) 

//Trisyia.