Mom called last night; I guess she misses me after almost two months I left
Malaysia Kepala Batas, Pulau Pinang. She asked whether I am coming back this Raya Haji break because my grandparents in Kelantan are having a "kenduri arwah" sort of thing. I know that she hopes that I come back and join them though I have a really short break this time; trust me that I have a son-instinct kind of gift.
My father would always hear out our conversation silently by the phone--you know how the scene is frequently portrayed in movies right? And despite all frequent fights I have with my parents--my mother especially, I know that it is our weird way of expressing love towards each other. Although I hurt my parents most of the time, I know that they are the best I have ever had and nobody can replace them; even my lecturers no matter how fatherly/motherly they are.
I will find some time and fly back to Kelantan insyaallah. My dearest apology to Mr. Amran and Mrs. Rosnah because I am not perfect, like a son other family has ;(
P/S: Well, do I have the resemblance of my father or my mother?