I made a post about my Mom in Mother's Day. And there is no Father's Day. No, not in Indonesia. And I didn't post anything about my father in his birthday. It suddenly came up in my mind that I have to write about him. So, here we go:
It's my father who help me fix my bike.
It's my father who teach me how to swim.
It's my father who accompany me watching MotoGP race since junior high school.
It's my father who accompany me watching football for years.
It's my father who always ask me about my day at school.
It's my father who made me a tumbler full of coffee when i should go to the airport in the midnight.
It's my father who always ask me if i still have enough money in my pocket.
It's my father who cover me with blanket at night.
It's my father who create a "crazy Sunday" when we have to clean the mosque near my house.
It's my father who teach me how to plant corn. And we nurse it until we can harvest it and share it to the neighbors.
It's my father who ask me to stop reading Harry Potter at night cuz it must hurt my eyes. Then i go to my room, turn the light off, and keep reading the book with flashlight in my blanket.
It's my father who made me some herbal medicine when i was sick. That's why i never tell him that i'm sick.
It's my father who brought me a lost turtle that he found at the drain. He named it Turles. Hehe
It's my father who made me a windmill from bamboo.
It's my father who tell me bedtime story.
It's my father who tell a speech when he asked to sing. hehe
and It's me who never realize all of that fact about him. :'(
I write this to remind me that every time I mad of him, I should remember that he has been very understanding, caring, loving, patient, wisely in raising me this recent 21 years. Now, It's my turn.