Daddy Daddy

Because of my daddy doesn't know this blog. So I can write freely here. >:)

My daddy is weird. *rotfl*

But I still love him of course. Actually he isn't weird. He did his best to raise us, he did his best to entertain us, everything is the best.

I call him 'abi'. But in my phone or anywhere I love to write as 'daddy'.

Long time ago, since I was small, mom said the only wealth he has is his so-so-old motorcycle. And it still present till now. He used it to go to the university. And after marriage and I was born, that motorcycle is the one who carry me all the way long from Terengganu to Melaka for couple of years. I dont really remember since when daddy bought his first car, Mazda. Mom said, if its rain, we'll stop at the bus stop. Then, continue our journey. And if daddy felt so tired, they'll stop. Till we reached Terengganu or Melaka.

Daddy worked as a soldier before, but I'm not really sure since when he changed his profession to teacher. Our first house was at Bukit Beringin. And then daddy was appointed to be a warden of SMK Ghaffar Baba. So then we moved to the quarters. Being a warden, daddy is well-known for the 'fierceness'. But actually, only the troublemakers feel that. :P I still remember daddy's students always come to our house.Having some meals or whatever. And they even call my mom as 'ummi'. :D Mom used to cook nasi lemak with Cik Marhah (I dont know where is she now :( ) and sold it in the co-op.

When I was in kindergarten, daddy sent me to school by his motorcycle. To the gate. And I went home back by van of the Tadika Pasti al-Ikhlas. I remembered one day, I didnt want to go home and wanted to play with my bestfriend's house. Her house was just in front of my auntie's. But I didnt tell my mom and dad that I'm not going home after school. hoho. Both of them get worried so much. I said I wanted to sleep in my aunt's house that night. But in the evening daddy picked me up. He said I didnt have any shirt or whatsoever. But I know actually he's worried and missed me though as my brother was still small. heh. Funny though. :P I remembered clearly his face expression.

Daddy always asked me to pijak-pijak his body when he got muscle ache. But I never thought that I can ask any upah during that time. My others siblings now keep asking upah. Eh, tak aci betul! When he marked exam papers, I always disturb him. Then, its end up by he asked me to count the marks he wrote. huwargh! But till now he asked me to pijak-pijak. But currently with one leg only. Habislah patah tulang kalau suh pijak dua kaki kan. haha. I'm the only one who he always ask to tarik jari la whatsoever. I wonder, why heh? Because I never ask for upah probably. :P

Daddy is the one who walked with me till I reached the school gate. Ouh, we both walked together. SMK Ghafar Baba is just besides SK Dato' Tambichik Karim. :) In the middle, we  chatted about anything. He loves to tease me. ahah. And made me grrrr. And for your information, I never kiss my daddy's hands eventhough we walked to school together. Kind of shy, because people around would see that. I only kissed my mom's hands at home. And daddy. NO. :P Not until I grewn up.

I always get jealous to see daddy's driving. So he'll put me on his lap and let me drive with him in house lawn. He's the one who made a swing for me. He tied it to the cambodia's tree in the house lawn. Daddy loves planting also. There are a lot of plants around our old house. Tell any, vegetables fruits, we've all. Ouh and when daddy used 'tahi lembu' as fertilizer. Yucks! I cant help him during that.  And mom either. I felt like throwing up now and then. And I asked him how can he keep breathing. He just smiled. Then after he finished, he hugged me. Oh I shouted out. Aaaa! I hate that smell. OMG missing those times. :) 

Daddy is the one who get mad with me when I said my nose bleed again in the middle of the night. He said 'sleep on your back next time. Not on your chest'. heh I didnt know that until daddy said so. When mom's gave birth to my brothers, daddy called tok to come live with us. He drove all of us to the hospital to see mom and our new siblings.

Daddy keep our old pictures on his table in teachers room. When he had his own camera for the first time, me and my angah are the main models. haha. I still remember especially the one at the zoo. Well, kids love to see animal right. We watched National Geographic together, and then when I said I want to see the animal, daddy brought us to the zoo.

Ouh this is so in the memory lane. 

But when I grew up, daddy love to tease me when he catched mice ripping our old things. And he knew that I hate mouse. I hide in my bedroom. Eee... creepy. He put all those anak tikus in a plastic bag. And hang it to my door knob. Grrrr... I hate the creaking plastic sound and the chirping of the little mice. 

And when we moved to bigger house, he wanted to paint the bedroom pink. I said NO. I wanted my bedroom green. No matter what. haha. Then he bought the green paint and said, I've to paint my bedroom myself. Cess. But then I was not that tall to reach the ceiling. End up. Daddy had to finish it. ahah. When it came to buat reban ayam, daddy asked me to help him. Angkat kayu and so on. So, no wonder I'm brutal heh. :P

When mom gave birth to Aliyaa, I was already in form 3 that time. One night I slept in my aunts house. And the day after daddy came and said to my aunt, 'Kaklong kena balik. Tak ada tukang masak kat rumah.' haha. Mahu gelak terguling-guling bila angah kata diorang sahur makan nasi lauk ikan bilis goreng je. When I reach home, masya Allah. Tongkang pecah! Periuk kuali kain baju. @-)

Daddy is the only one who love to ask me to cook for him when he saw me in front of the tv. Ouh malas. malas. malas.

And then when I went home in my summer break, daddy renovated our house. I have new room that looks like so 'matang and ladylike'. Luckily its green. haha. Kalau tak takmo bilik tu. :P But mom said, now my room is like tongkang pecah. It becomes Afiq and Yo bedroom at night. Daddy's afternoon nap room. haih. I wonder how it looks like now.

Daddy is the one who said 'kaklong, jom pergi jalan.' And I'm in front of tv that time. With no baju kurung or tudung being ironed. Then, while I am still ironing, he already honked me many times. Be quick! Haih. Then what I do is wearing baju, grab the tudung and brooches, socks, pick the compact powder, lip balm. All of them into the car and get dressed everything inside. hadoi. Happened most of the time. Can you imagined that? Thats my daddy. ahah.

Ouh its too long. And I have to study.
Even the whole lifetime doesn't enough to describe my daddy and what he did.
Allah knows best. :D

He's my fashion designer, saying I can wear this, can buy this blouse, dress or not. The colour is okay or not.

He's my computer consultant when my computer hang.

He's my consultant can I buy this phone, this mp3 this camera or not.

He's my Quranic teacher when I said, why does this like this that like that.

He's my arabic teacher when I said, how am I going to pronounce this and that.

He's my math teacher when I said, what kind of question is this. Bila rasa nak koyakkan buku tu. :P

He's my food consultant when I dont know what to eat. 

He's also my penapis surat and phone call from unknown sender. heh, tapi dia komen to my mom and my mom who tells me this and that.
People said my daddy is 'quiet'. haha. *rotfl* Yes indeed. But he is the biggest teaser in the house.
He's the SUPER-SUPERMAN.  More than that actually. He is the one who taught me about this deen and help me practicing it. :D

O you who believe! Ward off from yourselves and your families a Fire (Hell) whose fuel is men and stones. [al-Quran 66:6] 

I can see my daddy's efforts in practicing this verse.

If Fatimah az-Zahra binti Muhammad is the daddy's girl. Me also. I want to be like her in supporting her daddy. I am not shame to be called a daddy's girl eventhough my face is more to my mom. But the limbs most of them comes from him. hehe. :P And my interests, attitudes most likely like him. People sayings. I think people is just right about that. 

One of my wish is, I want daddy is the one who become my wali. May Allah grant this wish. :) To be honest. But I dont want a husband like my daddy, because my daddy is just and only one. Nobody can be the same like him. haha. I just want the best, and I ask Allah for that. Whoever he is. 

The best that a man can leave behindafter his death are three things: a righteous child who makes du'aa for him, an ongoing sadaqah whose rewards continue to reach him, and a knowledge that continues to be implemented after him. [Ibnu Majah]

And I want to be the righteous child for my parents.

May Allah grant my daddy jannah, forgive all his sins, accept his deeds, bless his life here and hereafter.
I love you daddy with all my heart. :D :D :D