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this is november 

and my dad would really like november. he was born in november, the 11th month of a year, on 22 which if you divided by 2 will give you 11, in 1956, and 56 was his favorit number that if you add those two, it will give you 11. 

and my phone suddenly give me a reminder that november four years ago was my first time having biztrip abroad that my dad was seen very happy. even though i said to him to not tell anyone, but he still shared it anyway. he would use the tshirt i bought for him at sideway small shop in london and that manchester united gray or arsenal navy hat. he still used them although i wasnt be able to find his favourite club, ac milan. 

i know he will be happy if he knows i will go to another country (i know he knows up there) this november for a couple of days. and i do hope it will give me a good experiences like he had that always captured in all of his old pictures. 

and i hope i can make his wishes come true someday and i will make him happy and proud. and i hope i can be that merciful, compassion, kind person as he prayed through my name.

as one of his text message that suddenly he sent with a photo with me and mom and him last year after he prayed at his little mushola with a part of my name.. 

"Jumat pagi hari ini terasa istimewa karena imam mushola dalam sholat subuh dengan fasih dan khusuk membaca surat Ar Rahman utuh.. separo di rokaat pertama dan separo di rokaat kedua... semoga diijabah doa doanya aamiin"  

i know he loves me and his family that much. please pray for me dad, as i will always pray for you. i hope you ask him to keep us healthy and happy and give us rahma, to keep your family always safe...

aku sayang papa, and will always miss you, forever