Elhan Emilia Part 1

We enjoyed to spend our time together. Chilling out, hanging out and talk about anything regardless race, origin country but the same faith. I feel enjoy. Because? Because I love to be friend with Elhan.

Muhamad Elhan Irsyad Emran, is the best friend to Emilia. Elhan is from a country that is not local while a future tv presenter enthusiastic, Emilia is a sweet girl from here, Malaysia. They both study in the same university in northern region of Malaysia. 

It has been three months since this young souls knew to each other. Despite the language barrier whereby Elhan is not that fluent in English yet is trying his best to master the language for easy to communicate with everyone here. In fact, he is also desires in learning malay language maybe because of Emilia? Only god knows it.

"Hey you must teach me malay. Please?" Utter Elhan providing a wide smile as usual to Emilia.

"Hey you too, teach me your language to me. This semester, I take Arabic language so..if I did not get an A. You must be dead meat." Emilia responds to Elhan, narrowing her both eyes while look at Elhan.

Elhan's mouth widen smile. There is something about this girl. Her attitude, her style in dressing up. It's not weird but she loves to appear in her own style and be different. Maybe that is the attribute that needed to be as a tv presenter, Elhan supposed.

"You may teach me or not?" Asked Emilia again for a confirmation. 

"Of course! Don't worry. I will help you my lady. Now let's eat the most delicious bread with peanut butter and tea you made for the first time ever for me today."

Once done with breakfast while enjoying the tranquil and fresh morning air at the university stadium, Elhan asks Emilia.

"Would you listen to my recitation of Surah An-Naba?"

"Yes please, go on." Elhan starts read the surah he memorized yesterday. Thus, it is quite not smooth, the reading. 

"Aha! You forgetful kid. Make sure to memorize for real. Now i want to hear from you to read Surah Al-Waqiah."

"But I don't save it in my mind."

Emilia tries to be calm. "What is the use of Quran application stored in your phone?"

"Hehehehe..." Elhan takes his phone then open the application.

"Now it's your turn, read any surah you know." Ask Elhan directly to Emilia.

"Me? Erm...well, ha! My voice is just happened to be not okay today yes. "

Elhan smiles annoyingly knowing that his best friend is lying. Emilia finally takes some moment to start read any surah that she loves and had memorized.  Elhan impressed and suddenly bent his body and makes Emilia worries. 

"You crying or what Elhan? You okay..haha chill man!"

"No...I was..erm...you are so...you know god sends you to me. Incredibly amazing."

"Elhan, do you know there is verse in the Quran claims that 

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"Please, don't feel impressed about it on me? I'm just a normal human being full of flaws. Maybe now you see the good in me becasue? Because god is covering my flaws from being seen of you. Elhan gives a deep stares to Emilia complimenting this beautiful lady silently in the heart.

Don't cry

Please... dear self but without I realized tears came out. Oh shame. While I hugged tightly Kak Jah my dear neighbor who is a Moroccan happily married to her husband that is of course a Malaysian. They have two beautiful and charming princes and they truly shine bright my life just like the moon and stars in the sky. 

Two years they been living the next door. We laughed, we cherished, we cared and love each other like family. The little kids, they are close to me and my parents. Salman, the eldest one is such a chatter box who loves to come to the house whenever he sees that my house door is opened and would call either me or my mom. 

"aunty...aunty!!!" Shouted him cheekily over the fence from his house and sometimes he would come over and stand in front of the door, refuses to go inside.

"Yes my dear Salman honey.." Replied my mom happily.

"Is Kakak (sister) home?" Asked him while eyes searching for me.

Now that he has became a big brother to Sufyan 'donut habiby', who just turned one year and three months old. Trust me, he is a super duper cute especially when smiling :)

Well,they went back to Morroco about six months ago and I missed them damn so much and always consistently ask when to be back here. Once Kak Jah and the kids were back, I learned that they are going to move from the house to be with the husband who is now working at the heart of Kuala Lumpur. So she has no choice but to come along with the kids. 

So the time has arrived, they moved out today officially. We helped them to put the things in the lorry and wave a goodbye for the last time. I tell myself not to cry but I failed. I hold it but damn, my eyes betrayed me by producing the tears like waterfall nonstop. Meanwhile, when Kak Jah saw my teary eyes, she became affected too. And I  hugged her tightly and all those good memories flashing in my mind. The moment when I baked chocolate cake, I will give some to her, macaroni, nasi dagang (her most favorite), brought the kids to the playground, feed them and played joyfully with them. 

 "You are such my dear younger sister and the kids are such your little brothers. You love them so much I know that...but I have to move for good. Do come to our new house okay?" Convinced Kak Jah calmly. 

"InshaAllah..take care and I will miss you so much." I said and tears keep streaming down my face. Sobs. 

"You are such a good neighbor, you help to take care my kids so dearly, it must hard to get such a good neighbor like this in my new place." Utter Kak Jah that is  fluent to speak in Malay.

"God will find a good one over there." I smiled.

"But it will never be the same. When I was leaving to here, my heart felt so heavy to leave my mother in Morroco but i have no choice. This is life."

I understand.

We then hugged for the last time before they off. Literally, from now on things will never be the same anymore. No more the sounds of little Salman and Sufyan my habibies, to hear them cry, laugh, the wittiness and yell. May them always be showered by His blessing and protection wherever they are. In my heart, do I will always carry the good old time memories of us. The photos and videos that I recorded to look back when I feel missing them. I love you all 

fillah, for the sake of Allah.

Love,

M

P/s: Those memories that will remain in my mind :)