This was after the burial rites that took place at Pusara Abadi, Muslim Cemetery earlier that morning the day after he left us. It was just beyond us how nenek would go around saying that atuk was sleeping in the room where his body was resting that fateful day. You can see below how much papa resembles nenek; like mother, like son.
What on earth was my mum thinking?!
Trust me, it wasn't all smile a few hours back.
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