Who doesn't love their dad? I don't. Ha ha! Well I used to not loving my dad. Weird huh? I bet, you'll be the same if you have him as a dad. Ha ha! Well, worry not my loves. I like him now, and I kinda respect him too.
He finally wore that red t-shirt.
When I was younger, I never dared to speak to my dad. So, there was once I have to write down my full name on my books. Unfortunately, I have no idea on how to spell my dad name. I need to ask him that, but I was so scared, that I can't even talk in front of him, resulting in him getting angry at me......
I don't remember how did I manage to write down my full name after that, but I did.
Doesn't look all that scary no more, does he?
Since I went to boarding school, he never hit me any longer (as far as I can remember). So, I think, that was why I found him less intimidating, and I was able to speak to him more (at times). I've remembered this conversation I had with him;
Dad: Pa macam la keputusan ko baru-baru? (How was your result recently?)
Me: Ok juga tu. (It was ok.)
Dad: Bukan ko p hantar tai' ja ka tu sana? (You didn't just go there to shit, didn't you?)
Me: Manada. (No, I didn't.)
Dad: Mana tau, kalau-kalau ko ni budu. (Who knows if you are stupid.)
Me: Manada saya budu. (I'm not stupid.)
Dad: Kalau saya dulu, masa saya birak pun saya bawa buku o. (When I was younger, I even brought a book to the toilet.) Sebelum saya tidur pun, saya berabis lagi ingat balik semua yang saya sudah baca. (I will even try to remember everything I've read just before I go to bed.) Saya belajar sampai umur 13 tahun saja, tapi, dapat juga jadi cikgu. (I've only learnt in school until I was 13 years old, but I manage to become a teacher.). Bapa saya dulu bukan mo bagi saya duit untuk p sekolah. (My dad never gave me money to school.) Tapi, tidak tahu la apa mo jadi sama kamurang ni. (I don't know what will happen to you all.)
Me: Jangan risau bah pa. (Don't worry dad.) Nanti, lepas saya sudah kerja, saya balas juga budi ko. (I'll pay back all your deeds, once I've gotten a job.) Ko sabar ja. (Just be patient.)
I have to say that my dad always gave me that same story ever since I was small. He is one hell of a dad. Always hitting us. Always scolding us. However, I would have never be the same if he hadn't do that. Ha ha!
Thank you dad!