Hari raya Haji is just around the corner. Normally we'd be occupied with menus, housekeeping, and looking forward to receiving our big family in our home. All the others who would come to pay homage to the matriach - mak. Mak was the oldest surviving relative. Also the most sociable.
Now mak is no more. And the excitement died along with her. At least for now.
We no longer discuss menus.
Or get cracking with vacuums, mops, "dirt-cloths".
Zenal isn't seen rearranging the softscape.
All is quiet on the kitchen-front. No aromatic smells emanating from anywhere on No30.
Some of us will be going away for raya haji. To try to get away from the scene of numerous happy moments.
The phones are quiet.
No30 is quiet. Too quiet.
Too "pain-filled".
The much loved matriach is gone. And, for now, much of our exuberance has gone with her.
I miss u, mak! WE all miss u, mak!
May you be among the righteous and having a swell time there......with bapa, Kadir and Latif for company...... :)
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