I just returned from mosque after completing my Fajr praying when I saw my youngest daughter sitting on the prayer mat. She was still using her mini mukena when I came, a sign that she just completed her Fajar prayer too. She was looking at me curiously as I prepared myself for another trip. "Walid, this is Sunday. Are you going to work too?" she asked. "Well....yes honey" I answer reluctantly. "Then...I have to cycle alone.." she said. Suddenly I felt a disappointment in her voice. I kissed her cheek and said "Next week, Insha Allah we will be cycling again, together with A-a (our call name for my son, her elder brother)....". She replied my kiss with a very big hug and said " Don't forget to buy gifts for me, okay..?" (I smiled, cause her last sentence reminded me of my buddies in office...). A grain of tears dropped from my eyes, unconciously. "Sure my princess, I will..."
Sunday, for most people is a family day indeed. It is a day in which people get together with their hubbies, go to amusement park, visit relatives or just sit together at home, enjoy the free time. But for me, in many times, it becomes another working day. Like what I have today. I am supposed to cycle with my kids around our housing complex, and usually end up at Uduk rice stall near the guard gate. But last week our Banda Aceh office sent a request to our director to send me to be a speaker in a workshop that will be held in IAIN ArRaniry. They even mentioned my name in their official memo. (Seems that now I become one of celebs in Islamic banking ...halah )
The workshop itself will be held on Monday, so I can go by Sunday afternoon actually. But our admin department could not find afternoon flight to Banda Aceh. All flight are fully booked. December seems a hard time for everyone who travel even within domestic areas. Therefore, I have to be ready for another "struggle" in the very early in the morning, to catch the first flight, which is due on 06.45.
Well, here I am. Sitting on the waiting room in Soetta Airport, with other passengers, waiting for boarding to the plane. Morning rain outside fall, as if it wouldn't let me go. Just like the expression I had from my daughter this morning. Quite lonely here, as I have no one to talk to and no one to listen from. I had just a company from Melly Guslaw's Bunda on my i-pod. But It is lucky that I have this group to write to. Hope you don't mind to read my sorrowful writing....hehehehe...
Bandara Soekarno Hatta
Gate F7 Waiting Room
From English Club DIBBI
Sunday, for most people is a family day indeed. It is a day in which people get together with their hubbies, go to amusement park, visit relatives or just sit together at home, enjoy the free time. But for me, in many times, it becomes another working day. Like what I have today. I am supposed to cycle with my kids around our housing complex, and usually end up at Uduk rice stall near the guard gate. But last week our Banda Aceh office sent a request to our director to send me to be a speaker in a workshop that will be held in IAIN ArRaniry. They even mentioned my name in their official memo. (Seems that now I become one of celebs in Islamic banking ...halah )
The workshop itself will be held on Monday, so I can go by Sunday afternoon actually. But our admin department could not find afternoon flight to Banda Aceh. All flight are fully booked. December seems a hard time for everyone who travel even within domestic areas. Therefore, I have to be ready for another "struggle" in the very early in the morning, to catch the first flight, which is due on 06.45.
Well, here I am. Sitting on the waiting room in Soetta Airport, with other passengers, waiting for boarding to the plane. Morning rain outside fall, as if it wouldn't let me go. Just like the expression I had from my daughter this morning. Quite lonely here, as I have no one to talk to and no one to listen from. I had just a company from Melly Guslaw's Bunda on my i-pod. But It is lucky that I have this group to write to. Hope you don't mind to read my sorrowful writing....hehehehe...
Bandara Soekarno Hatta
Gate F7 Waiting Room
From English Club DIBBI
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