Dad

This week... I have spent some quality time with dad...seating beside him and we watch tv together..and eat our fav crackers..(KHONG GUAN Sugar biscuit ..actually this is my kung2 fav...when we are craving for this biscuit..it means we are missing kung2 badly)...of course watching tv with my dad means...listening him talking about his master plan...his dreams...his childhood day (which i have heard it for the 100,00th time) and then of course he will asked me a lot of questions...such as...how is the wedding preparation...how's life treating me.... and of course work matter (I hate this part most)

One thing that makes me love my dad most is his unconditional love for me and my brothers. There is no doubt for that...i can say that 100% of his life is dedicated to us. He worked so hard it's because of us and mom, as he kept saying he wants to give the best...and nothing else.

Today, he fetched me (which he rarely do) from Junie's house...hahhahaha somehow I feel a bit weird yet as happy as little girl who just got off from school and knew her dad is waiting outside for her to take her home...that's how I felt. Before we head home, my dad said "please accompany for supper...i have not eaten my dinner yet.." And so we went to one of our fav supper place and he knew i don't have supper eating habit...and he ordered all my fav food...Mie Kangkung and Es Campur without coconut milk and lots of tape... we shared the food and talk about how I was when I was 6 years old...he told me his memories of me actually stopped when I was 6 ..coz that was the year I have to leave him for Singapore. He said part of him felt so sad because he misses my childhood...I guess he was a bit melancholic because before that he was attending to Mr Welly's daughter sweet 17th birthday party...he asked me whether I have my sweet 17th...i laughed and said Nope...I told 17th to me was like one of the worst year I ever have...it was the year when Indonesia got into a very bad financial crisis..and that was the year when dad's hotel got burnt down...and that was the year when i felt i almost lost him... even though i didn't have my sweet 17th...but my 17th birthday was unforgettable...

While I was eating my Es Campur, dad asked if I remember when I was small...I used to cry inside the closet whenever he left for work...because I was always so afraid that dad will not come home...hahahaha i said i didn't even know why i cried..but I know I always cried when dad left for work...it felt so sad ...suddenly the whole world was empty. But I never cried in front of him...even till today...if i cried it will be under the pillow..but somehow dad knew i cried. I guess it's the strong tie we have with each other.

Then he said..."please promise me that you will not cry on your wedding day...esp in church" I asked him "why?? crying is not something I can control...you know that" and then dad said " because it is supposed to be your happy day...and my happiest day to be able to see you as a bride...if you cry it means you are sad to leave me (hahahhaha you are so confident dad!!) and I don't want you to feel like that...you cry when it's a funeral ceremony! not on your wedding day..."

Hahaha and so we bet...bet that my mom and my ii will be the first one to cry...and when they cried..everyone will cry...when everyone cry ...dad will have to cry...and I know I will win that bet ...

Anyway...till today...I am still that 7- year old little girl in his eyes...