love letter #1

Hai ayah. Harini adik dah umur 23 tahun. Walaupun dah umur 23 tahun, tapi adik still tak tinggi macam ayah. Kakak dah kawen, dah ada anak perempuan. Kalau ayah ada mesti ayah happy kan dapat cucu perempuan. Nama dia hanania. Masa lepas kakak habis pantang, adik jaga nia sekejap. Sebab tak sampai hati nak letak dia dekat rumah pengasuh. Adik sayang sangat dekat nia. Nia ni baik sangat. Tak meragam lansung. Macam tau je mama dia takde and taknak susah kan ashu dia.  Umi pun dah kawen. Tapi adik tak happy pun dapat ayah baru. I never think of him as a dad. He don’t give me love or even money haha. Tapi kan ayah, kesian sangat dekat umi. Sebab anak anak tiri umi selalu buat perangai. Sian umi sakit kepala. Padahal anak sendiri takde masalah pun. Kalau nak cerita pasal diorang sampai bila pun tak habis kan ayah. Btw adik skang ada boyfriend huhu. I think if youre still here, youll probably behave like him. Dia tak romantic pun, tapi dia jaga adik. Macam abang abang or maybe macam ayah ayah. Maybe sebab adik tak pernah rasa macam mana ada ayah, im longing for his presence. I don’t mind if my friend kutuk sebab ikut cakap bf, tapi entah lah. Kalau ayah ada sekarang ayah bangga tak dengan adik sekarang? I tried so hard to be the best person I can be. I tried to be as kind as I can, as selfless as I can but sometimes people just don’t appreciate me. I always be that one friend who listens but never who shares. Yesterday, one of my friend asked me “dilla, you tak rasa terbeban ke bila ramai orang share problems dengan you?” I simply replied “nope”. But today when I think back about it, I actually like when people share their problem with me. At least I know, im not the only person in this world who are not fortunate enough. Sometimes, those stories keep me sane. Ayah, I like being the friend who listens. Sometimes I give them shitty opinions but somehow I know, they don’t really need my opinions, they just wanna share their stories with somebody. Maybe to keep their sanity too or simply because they want to let go of their burden. Ayah, I hope one day, I will get a family, a real one. I mean, a complete one. Ive never told anybody but actually I, I don’t know how to describe this feeling. Missing you? No. ive never see you, how on earth I will miss you. Sometimes I get jealous when my friend told me about their dads. If youre here will you be my first love? Will you give me everything and do anything to keep me happy? Will I forever be your lil girl? Will you love me unconditionally despite all my flaws and imperfections? Will you pat me and tell me everything is gonna be okay, the first time I got my heart broken? Will you cry the day you send me away? Will you think of me? I have a lot of unanswered questions which I know will remain as one. Ayah, I miss you. Till we meet again.