Abang

When I was a child, in a state of 39° fever, I have hilarious delirious that me and my family never forget. At that time, I wake up and shambeling around my home, whispering a sentence my family could not understand.

"Mana abang?"

None of them replied the question. All I seen was just a confused expression on their face. But I keep asking. Tears start to fall. I told them; "Mana abang? Mia kangen".

They were all laughing. My mother never give a birth to a boy, how the hell the youngest daughter insist asking "mana abang?"

No matter how silly it was, I still remember how it feels to have an Abang.

Guess what? I found it. I found my lost imaginary Abang that I've been longing for a dozen year ago. Someone that made me feels being protected and understood, and safe and sound, and be loved.

Happy Ied, Abang. Thank you for finally coming to my life. May Allah guide us to always be a better person :)