I miss my Bonda.
Miss our conversation ...
all about her chilhood experience
about her dreams
about her thought
about her sadness
about her happiness
about how she thought me about life, live and love...
about how I told her not to felt sad when others did not appreciate her...
did not remember her... did not visit her...
And I know...I got a dream about Bonda...
She got a very nice home there...
Just from ALLAH ... just from ALLAH The All Mighty...
And I miss my Bonda...
miss her cooked
miss her smell
miss her smile
miss her touch when I fall asleep beside her
miss all about her
forever and ever...
But now...
I just got Mama...
Who I love just like Bonda.
Thank You ALLAH
Thank you for all YOU have planned for me...
Al Fatihah
*just ignore my poor grammar... — berasa rindu.