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 :)