rinduuuu

Rindu serindu-rindunyaa…

Mama….

Papa….

Abg ben…

Abg win..

Kak yuuu…

Kak ejaaa…

Qila misses u guys A LOT… {2nd time posting about rindu.. :( }sob3

it’s been a long time since I’m studying abroad here in Egypt. Or so called as “bumi Ambiyah” if I’m not mistaken. I miss u guys soo much. just now..while I was studying ..suddenly.. my concentration ran away. It ran towards u guys. Tears dropped on my book without realizing it. Suddenly, I spoke to myself…oh..wut’s this??where did this droplet of water come from??

To be frankly, I had never ever cried since the first time I arrived here,Mansoura. I don’t know why. Whenever I called u, mum.. I never cried. Why???? I dunt know…. Although I misssss u sooo muchhhh….but I never ever crying in front of you. I just dunt want u to be sad . I just want u to know dat I’m happy here with all my lovely housemates ..friends..andall.I know dat u missss me sooo much. I could know dat bcoz whenever I called u..or u called me..u always said da same thing “x de sapa nak teman mak ..x de sapa nak bermain ngan mak”… oh nooo…

I will start crying whenever I remembered our last time spending together at KLIA. The time u guys sent me..and saw me for the last time before I flew to another country to accomplished my mission. Whenever I recalled all the memories ..my tears start to drop one by one. The mucus from my nose starts to flow and subsequently suck it up. Sounds like ticklish. But yeah..dat’s the normal things for everyone to do every time they are crying.

Well..it’s a normal thing for everyone..including me to feel rindu..yearn..kangan.. of their own relative..family..country..and friends. I just can’t wait to meet Julai month .why?? bcoz that month will be the month that I’ll be flying back home to.. To where?? My motherland, Malaysia..and my hometown… where??? Shah Alam…

And to meet firstly my family….. (the one who will fetch me at KLIA one day..insyaAllah)

I can’t wait to meet u guys. The first thing that I want to do just after I have taken all my baggage and walk out through the door , I want to run towards my mummmm and hug herrr tightly!!! Very..very..tight. I want to kissss herr. I want to stare her face…I want to hold her hand… rub gently her back..wipe her tears….everything….

Then..my father…..

I love u guys so much.. I’ll promise that I’ll struggle for this semester..and come back with such a broad smileee.. :D

insya-Allah.. amin..

mum ..dad..pray for my success wokezz…