Yes!!! Finally, I get to continue blogging. Ok, where was I, I think I am still on Friday story, rite? Hence, that night after Maghrib, we went back to Nilai. Thought, I could give Ayie some last minute helping on his stuff. Apparently, my tummy won’t give way. Slept thru rest of the night.
Nothing much on Saturday morning; helped Ayie sort his things; did a checklist on the stuff and put aside all the important documents in one bag and etc. The day started to get busy later in the evening when my parents did a pre-departure ‘makan-makan’. The house was full with our new neighbors, friends and relatives. As usual in a ‘makan-makan’ session; surely would touch about the place Ayie is pursuing his studies, how much is his allowances plus the exchanging stories from experienced people. Hehe. Me??? Saturday night was tad full with making sure that everything is in place.
The day has come, Sunday morning; 7:30am sharp, leave Nilai home to KLIA. The clock is ticking. The sensation starts to build up. After half an hour drive, reached the airport. Yupp, it is getting real close now. His flight is at 10:30am. The check-in queue was amazingly long on weekend. He passed through the process smoothly. He got his boarding pass. He will get in within less than an hour. He took the opportunity to say goodbye to his friends and us (the family – me and family;my eldest brother and family;my parents plus uncle and aunty). He was still smiling in excitement. Busy taking pictures with all of us; treasuring the last moment in Malaysia.
Yupp! The time is 9:45am, he is finally going in now. We followed him to the gate in which separates, divides the people who sends and the person who is going. Ayie start to shake hands with everybody. Sudden change on each of the people’s expressions; the quite cheerful face was gone; vanished and it has been replaced by a sad and emotional looks on all the faces.
My mom was next on the shaking hands part. She pulled Ayie and hugged him tight. I saw her crying and it made me real sad. Tears start to fill in my eyes. I could not bear looking at my mom in that position. Probably, back then I do not really understand the feeling but now, after being a mother of two kids; I somehow became touchy and have a motherly sentiment in me.
Dad was the last. Dad too pulled to hugged him. Dad always wants to be the last person to bid farewell. Dad’s eyes were red. I am sure my eyes were red too and it is definitely wetter and waiting to drop. At first, Ayie was still calm and composed. However, when he was about to walk in the so-called gate, his eyes were extremely red and wet. He went in and still walking back and forth not wanting to go; it was a stressful moment. With a rather very slow pace, he walks down the escalator with a heavy heart. He waved his hands to us and that was it, he is off to A WHOLE NEW WORLD ahead of him.
Good luck my brother on the path; journey that you chose to take.
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