Miss To Move Diary

Greetings Miss,,

Ready to be able to pc love Yevn 😉

Later announced his name...

Yevn is not really writing a novel. In between the busy work, Yevn took the time to write a personal story, a story that only became history for Yevn.

Take his ibrah alone, which is bad sidestepping.

😘😘

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Tonight is a long night for me.

2 Hours later, I received a phone call from Umi, her foster sister Machel.

I was told that Rachel's sister had safely given birth to a son.

And umi didn't call me when Machel was about to give birth. They were worried about my situation, which I was not fit myself.

I immediately called my mom, and got word, I've survived the operation to install the device in my chest cavity.

But I'm still unconscious.

Prayers continue, this is my hardest time. I really fell and fell.

I want to feel like I have the destiny of my life. 😢 It feels very tired with this feeling. I'm fragile..

Two days after his father returned to undergo surgery adding tools in his chest cavity.

The night before the surgery, my father called my brother bang Vhen, my brother-in-law, my mother.

I'm not at the hospital because of my work schedule.

I apologize to all my family members.

"Deeja, I am sorry for all the mistakes and sins I have committed, sorry for all my shortcomings, sorry to trouble you. I'm asking for mercy."

Say to my mom in a weak voice.

When calling bang Vhen, my father also told him.

"Vhen, I'm sorry and I'm sorry. Take care of your worship, take care of your mama, take care of your brother and sister, never leave them."

Father said, bang Vhen was no longer able to hold back tears.

"Dad, don't think of anything like that. Spirit well, let it heal quickly and quickly go home. Our granddaughter is waiting at home." Mama said.

"Kasian Mashel, ma. It should be a time like this we should be there for him." My father said sadly.

"Mashel ga what well, yes g important father quickly healed, spirit, let's go home soon."

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Ten days after the second operation, her late father was referred to a larger hospital.

Dad was on the flight with two medical nurses.

I can't take Dad.

"Dad is nothing, don't cry. When I get home, I want to hear good news from you. Same music practice is on guard too. Worship don't forget."

Said father while smiling at me with a pale and weak face. I hugged my father, who was lying in the car with a heart. Because in the chest of the father is still attached to the device that stuck in his chest cavity.

"Yevn sorry, well, 😭 sorry Yevn ga no nemenin dad left there, 😭...."

Dad stroked my head,,,,

"Second, the deck, it's about to go." Bang Vhen.

I saw Dad's face, he smiled at me, he couldn't talk anymore, because he couldn't talk.

Bang Vhen hugged me, I knew bang Vhen was crying. My brother kissed my head with love.

"Paad's prayers, brother's leaving."

Bang Vhen quietly.

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I always took the time to visit my father at the hospital.

It takes five hours to get to the hospital. So I'm gonna spend ten hours going and going home.

I'm not allowed to bang Vhen to leave and drive alone. So I often go with my brother-in-law or with Mr. Amrisal.

One day I left with Mr. Amrisal, he sent a message that the day we left did not use my car.

I was asked to wait in front of the house, because he was going to pick me up.

Until I saw a car stop in front, I saw Mr. Am calling me.

And he's not alone.

I'm in the back seat.

Because Mr. Am and the 'driver' in front.

I didn't know her, only I felt that her face was very familiar.

Along the way I only heard the talk of 'he' the driver and Mr. Amrisal.

Sometimes when I talk to Mr. Am, he is the listener.

Once in the hospital, I spent all my time there just accompanying my father.

The horror and pain I felt when I saw the tool that stuck in the chest cavity of the father. The very tightness I felt.

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The next day I went home with Mr. Am and his friend who was much younger in my opinion.

I feel very sleepy, because it has been two days not enough rest and lack of sleep.

The night before I was on field office duty, the afternoon I went to see my father which took five hours.

At night with Dad, I had no desire to sleep.

As a result, at this time, I was really attacked by drowsiness. I finally decided to put my eyes in the car on the way home. Letting the seniors chat to each other in front.

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I often get the news that Dad really wants to go home.

"Dad, have you eaten?" Ask me when I talk on the phone.

"Already, tasteless." Answer father.

"Father must eat a lot, spirit, let it heal quickly and go home soon."

"Hm... This father is leaving, father's time is not long."

Father's words made me unable to even swallow the saliva. My tears are melting, I'm holding back a sob.

"Well, no one knows what's going to happen, not even a minute to come. The death of God only knows. The father who is now sick, we could have been the healthy ones who left first. It could be Yevn who left first."

My speech.

*Daddy's story can be read in my graffiti "Dad".

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After a month of hospitalization, and no good changes, the father was brought home, at his request.

Because every night I whine I want to go home.

'Mom, wait for me mak'

'I want to go home, let's go home, I want to breathe my last breath at home'

And many more of my father's words that made us slump.

When my father arrived home, I took my leave indefinitely because of the urgency.

One week, exactly one week after Dad was brought home,,,

That day, all day dad was quiet. I held my father's hand, gently stroked him.

"Sick Yevn, no." Father say.

I stopped my father's hand, and just stroked his hand.

"sick." Father say.

I finally stopped again.

Then my father grabbed my hand and held it.

Dad was so skinny and weak.

Dad always called my mom when she wasn't around.

I want my mom to always be next to me.

In the afternoon, during the maghrib, me and the Vhen prayer bang preached near my father, my mother looked after my father while waiting for us to change prayers.

Machel's sister was keeping the baby in the next room not far from where Dad was.

Finish praying bang Vhen teaching beside dad, and dad following reading bang Vhen.

Machel asked me to call her husband to come home soon because of the condition of the father who was very weak.

A close relative is at home.

The doker and the da nurse had also arrived since before maghrib.

Suddenly a cry broke from my cousin's voice in my father's room.

I ran over, Dad was picked up. 😭

My father recited two shahadahs, and called my mother.

And now, I'm an orphan. No more fatherly figures, no more burly hands hugging me, clutching me affectionately.

Nothing more, that smile and that laugh. I only miss my love for my father. The endless longing, my longing is now endless..😭😭

I hugged my father, without sobs, erasing each time a tear-spread spilled. I hugged him reluctantly.

Neighbors and members of the mosque as well as friends of the father, have filled the house. I don't care about them.

I just don't want to be separated. I just want to be like this, then close my eyes, hoping it's all just a dream and I wake up soon.

And when I wake up, I'll see you sitting at the dinner table enjoying breakfast.

But, when I opened my eyes, all I saw were people crying. And dad still closed his eyes reluctantly opening.

Be ill.

I'm very sick.

But I try to hide.

****

Pater,

I still remember, I used to hold your hand and pay close attention,

I still remember, though,

I asked you silly questions, though,

'father, why is my hand bigger than Yevn's? why are Yevn's hands and fingers so small?'

at that moment, my father laughed at my innocence.

'because I will hold Yevn's hand, I will take care of Yevn with this big hand'

Yevn still clearly remembers your laughter, well. Very clear,,,, is,,,

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****

I'm telling mama Finda and papa Usman this sad news.

Patience and sincerity, that's what Mama Finda said.

He will also come straight home.

God,,,

can I be sincere, please,

can I be patient?

Pater,

the first man I ever loved,

now go away for good and never come back,,,,

Alfatihah for dad....

Greetings to your son,

Yevn, yeah,.

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