This night, I heard a news from my father that my uncle passed away. This morning, her daughter (I called her ‘mbak’) sent WhatsApp to me that her father was in hospital. I did not presume worse case about my uncle’s condition until this night, several minutes before he died. My father replied my WhatsApp, “He is critical, do pray for him”. Then, a news in WA group, “Innalillahi wa innailahi roojiun, the uncle passed away”. I called my father then, he asked me to not go home, to stay at Bandung.
Less than a month, I communicated with my uncle two times, when in my home and when in his home. He was healthy in that time, even he was imam for duhur prayer in the mosque when the second chance met him. His teeth were not full following his old. I don’t expect that this life not long after that. For my deepest heart, I want to go home attending his funeral and try to cheer his family up. Distance is boundary, I only can to pray ‘gaib’ for him. May Allah forgive his sins and receive his kindness. Goodbye Pak De, your goodness will always be remembered.
This time I am in Lamongan station waiting for the train bringing me to Bandung. My 10 days holiday has been ending, several hours left. Tomorrow I should go work again and do my routine activity again.
I feel satisfied for my holiday, my parent is healthy, my niece was 1 year old, and my target even not all finished but makes me happy. I wrote a note about my future target after this long holiday. I will do when I arrive at Bandung tomorrow. Let me make my dream comes true.
I posted several pictures of my holiday documentation in my instagram. Several still in my camera and this phone. Before I left my home, I took several pictures with my niece. Here a one.
After spending two days workshop in Shangri-la Surabaya, I went home in Lamongan. I arrived at night after joining my parent visiting family member. My younger uncle’s wife has breast cancer. Not so long I was in home, I took a sleep. It was night, nearly 10 pm.
I woke up late. After praying then I took fresh air of the morning in the back of my home. One hour after that, Ilham, my nephew, woke up. This day was my time for Ilham and Ibuk. I help to feed him, make him playing with his toys, accompany his sleep, and try to make him laugh but it was unsuccessful. Having Ilham in my home, make Ibuk not alone. She has a living toy.
Remember again when you was a child. Did you play toys like this? This day I went to some baby toys shop. Because this night I plan to go home I want to give some gift to my niece. Because he is six months baby, I should buy toy related to his age. I asked to a shopman which toy should I buy. He then directed me to some room part where I could see many kinds of toys. I tried several until I found spesific toy that was accordance to my favour. Finally I chose car and spider.
Last saturday I visited my my causin’s house in Bantul Jogja and met his children. He has three : 2 sons and 1 daughter. The oldest is class 3 of elementary school if I am not wrong. During chatting with my cousin, I play together with them. The house is in village with wide yard. I tried to take selfie with them. Nasir, a younger son, was very exited with his ultraman mini dool. Hope that next time I can meet you again guys.
I missed my niece then I wrote text to the family WhatsApp group. His mom (my older sister) sent a picture showing that the her baby boy was sleeping. Several hours later, my younger sister sent several pictures that he had just been bathed. He looked bigger than sunday evening when I last saw him. He was powdered by his grand mother (my mom) so he looked like “kokok beluk” aka an owl 🦉:p
Yesterday officially my first nephew from my sister had name. His father gave him name “Salim Ilham Ramadhan” with nickname “Ilham”. Aqiqah, an Islamic guidance, signs the day. It’s held in the seventh of the birthday. Those were many guests in that day so in my home was full of people.
This baby is very cute, especially when he was having taken a bath by my mom or sister. Yesterday, his hair was cut and now his head is naked.