Assalamualaikum.

Right now, I'm supposedly in the middle of revising and repairing my term paper. But somehow I am led to this place and started writing.

I once had a Pakteh, whom of course I cherish and love and grateful to for what he had done to me, how he had taken care of me, his niece. He was a great uncle. He's comfortable to be around, like my Pak Cha', Mak Njang, Paklang and Paksu, he's a person whom with I can just be me. Makteh once told me a story about Pakteh;

She once asked him, why he chose her when she's not a beauty or a brainy. 

(Well, to me my Makteh is a beautiful and smart woman. She's comfortable to be with, and I can fit in well with her. I like her.)

So he told her,

"beauty is a subjective".

He must have chose her for who she is. For what's inside instead of outside. Being a charismatic, handsome guy who used to be fancied by lots of girls, he does not look for beauty. After married, he was the sweetest and most considerate husband I had ever seen to his wife. I know Pakteh and Makteh are two people who are meant for each other. Even after so many years they always look over each other's back.

Now that he's gone, it's just Makteh alone taking care of her children. I know it's not easy for her. It must've been hard. Must have. I'm crying my eyes out as I'm writing this. Today, I saw Makteh's whatsapp DP. It's of her and Pakteh. I can see true love there. She's so lucky to have found such a great guy. 

"Nobody's perfect, but they make perfect for each other."

I know Allah is writing a beautiful love story for me too. Whether in this world or the next, may we both love for the sake of Allah. 

The PakTeh that had gone to meet his creator, I miss him. She misses him. They miss him. We all miss him. May Allah bless Pakteh's soul. and may Allah bless us all here too. May Allah grant us the chance to meet again in the akhirah. Ameen.