11th June 2009
its just another typical morning where I woke up and perform my suboh prayers. I went downstairs, with all the mixed feelings of sleepy, tiredness; all of my usual bad-morning habits I still couldn't discarded yet from myself. 2 months of holidays and I still couldn't see whether I had changed from worse to bad or from bad to worse. I sat on the couch, and i heard my dad talking with someone on the phone; probably one of his co-workers i guess. Father has been tooo buzy lately as he transferred to a new post at putrajaya. for more than 10 years, he had enough working at his ol' nuclear office. Well, at least he has a point; I could see and feel the boredom of working at the Agensi Nuklear Malaysia. I don't know, maybe it depends on people and how they relatively enjoy something. I've been there quite a time, and unless people had a previous life of enjoying being in the lab, loving science and make experiments, and were easily amazed by science lab and the stuffs inside it will most probably be at least, be happy staying there, and kept their job. Whatever, putrajaya provides a more friendly ambient for a working office, and have some great scenery too.
owh, back to where the phone conversation was happening, I heard my father mentioned about my brother's name. His voice was a bit loud, rarely would he talk with such tone. I sat down on the couch, and was so sleepy at that time, only then to hear my mother shouting and yelling about my brother. The sound of my mom crying stole my attention, instantly and that was the time when she cried like something really really bad had happened. Yeah, to my surprise, my mom kept gibbering 'abang accident, abang accident'. One of his friend had pulang ke rahmatullah, and my brother and his another 1 friend were in coma, and that seriously and really made me understand, super-clearly of the whole situation. I don't wanna talk about that moment, it sure is disturbing. Comforting my mom was the biggest challenge. Hell I know how I would do it.
Regardless of how the outcome of my brother would be like, the first thing I did to conform my mother was renewing her passport. Her passport was unusable for like, 10 years back? That way she would be at least, having the hope that she would fly to egypt and see my brother. Staying at home and doing nothing was surely awfully painful. Heck I couldn't imagine how my mother would feel like if she just was sitting ducks and do nothing while knowing her son was struggling on the verge of dying. Perhaps it was the best way I think, to take my mother out.
My mother still couldn't control her emotions even before the crowd. I caught some eyes staring at us; some of them were wondering eyes, curious of why my mother would exhibit such emotional display. Some of the eyes showed sympathy.
Anyway we managed to finished renewing my mother's passport in 2 hours, close to 10a.m.
Returning home, many of my relatives, neighbours and my parents' friends came by to pay a visit. How should I describe the moment, sorrow? The atmosphere was dull grey, it ain't fun at all. My parent was scheduled to depart at 8.30pm that day, and credits to one of my friend, Syazana and her parents for managing the flight ticket.
It wasn't a goodnightsleep.
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Since then my house and cellphone recieved a lot of phone calls, most of 'em asking the same thing; about my brother. I had to keep updating these guys and oftenly went to 7E to reload my cellphone credits as it drains to zero insanely fast.
My brother suffered what is called as brain oedema, but all I know about it is there is an accumulated brain fluid inside my brother's brain.
Now it is 9 days since the incident, and the good news is that the doctors said my brother would be transferred from the ICU to the non-ICU. I don't know what it's called, err normal wad? (wad baisa). Sounds good, eh? But the bad news is he's still "sleeping"...well, hopefully he'll recover fast. This house has changed a lot...
