Chapter 50: Dear (...)

Assalammualaikum..

It was the first day of Eid and she was in the car, on the way to Malacca to visit her late-grandmother's sister.. It was a dull trip and to kill the boredom, she started to scroll down her Instagram.. Well, what else could she expect from the timeline besides the family portrait and eid selfies, right..? As her fingers started to move faster, a unique picture with interesting captions captured her attention.. It's a dark-blurry picture of a brother helping his younger brother to wear the sampin, which to her, it was one of the sweetest gesture of sibling bonds..

Sesi wajib setiap pagi raya. Aku tak pernah lulus ikat sampin sendiri. "Awak, tahun depan awak pulang tolong ikatkan sampin sampin ye..?" And the next sentence was his eid wishes to his friends..

The captions made her smile as she knew how he had always been secretive about his love life.. Knowing that he's giving a clue, revealing that he might be stepping into the new world, nothing could make her happier.. They're neither BFF nor just the normal friends as people might predict but the fond memories of having him as her blogging buddy, major supporter and writing advisor could never be forgotten..

"Selamat hari raya pak Jirul... Nak duit raya please...?"

Pak Jirul.. It was the name given by her, and sometimes,they would be calling each other as "Daniel-Larissa" as it was the main character of her novel but most of the time, they would address each other "wa-lu", as a sign of closeness..

"Bg acc no.. Nnt guwa transfer 💸.."

His response made her mind went blank.. It's been almost 3 years since the last time they talked to each other, and it's not the response that she expected.. But then she decided to just give it a go, she immediately DM-ed him her bank acc number..

"Assalammualaikum.. Memandangkan Pak Jirul dah bagi green light, wa tanpa segan silu nak bagi no acc ni.."

"Insya-Allah nanti wa bank in, tapi tak banyak ler.."

In less than 20 minutes later,

"Done..Mohon check akaun lu dengan kadar segera.."

She immediately checked her acc from the online banking system and found a transaction:

ATM MEPS IBFT FROM OFI 

DUIT RAYA 

MOHD AMIRUL BIN ****

2017

 Her hearts went wilder.. She never expected a real duit raya from him, not when they're not that close anymore.. She even expected that he had already forgotten her.. But yet, he managed to prove that she still exist in his memories..

"Thanks Pak Jirul...! Semoga murah rezeki..❤ Wa terharu dapat duit raya dari lu.."
"Amin.. Doakan aku dapat jd flight attendant.. ok.?"

And the conversation continues, catching up with each other's life and before the conversation ends, he asked,

"kalau lu tak jadi cikgu, lu nak jadi apa..? Novelis..?"

Dear Pak Jirul.. I doubt if you'd read this, when you no longer write on your blog.. But just allow me to express this here.. I do miss your writing, and I do miss how we would discuss about the life of Daniel, Zafrul and Larissa.. You would always helped me by role-playing the characters and getting into the world of my novel, together.. Knowing that you remember those characters and as you hoped that I'd complete it, I'd try my best to accomplish it..

About your dreams to become the flight attendant, I know you will get the job.. You're one of the good looking male-blogger that I used to know and remembering how well you dressed up during the gathering, you'd achieve the dream.. I'd always pray for your success, Pak Jirul.. And thank you for putting a smile and cherish my day.. Lastly, I hoped that we could always be the faraway-buddy, forever.. 😊