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Ahaks.... menangkap tak tajuk tu :D...

This story is about yaya. We didn't tell yaya that we are coming home. We don't want yaya to be anxious waiting for us, furthermore, bothering her wan and atok by continously asking them about our arrival. So when we arrived at Mak's house 2 weeks ago, it was nearly maghrib at that time, and she was just getting dressed after her evening bath. Mak came out, carrying thirah and greated us. Then she called yaya, "yaya, tengok sape datang nie..". When she came out, she was so suprise to see us, until she didn't know what to do, and she was just standing at the door, standing still for a minute or two. Then she ran to me, and embraced me. Couldn't find an exact word to describe that situation, it was everything that relates to happiness and sad at the same time. But mostly happy. The look on yaya's face is indescribable. It's good that we kept it secret, so that we could experienced that lovely moment. The feeling of 'long-lost' and 'missing' combined with 'love', 'gratefulness', 'cheerfulness'........ I told you it is not easy to describe.

After we have settled down, Mak told me about yaya's letters, "Tiap-tiap hari, dia duduk kat meja abah kau, tulis surat." I was told that, about a month ago, yaya has been writing us, under the encouragement of her Wan and Atok. She just wrote some simple sentences like I Love You, Hello, and wrote our names on some printer papers (yang ada lubang kat tepi tu). She also drew pictures of us.

So, when I asked her about the letters, she smiled shyly and went to her wardrobe (yes she kept the letters in the wardrobe, of all other places ahahahahha), took out all the letters, and showed them to me. She must be following her Atok, for Abah used to write us letters when he was working away from home.



Am touched reading what yaya wrote and drew in those letters.


(Yaya happy face)