We as a human never tired of making wrong moves or to be exact, bad decision, a really bad decision. But that never stop us from moving forward, from turning our bad decision into something we never dreamt off. This is the beauty of life. Life is just a journey. A quick journey yet very far. As in every journey, you can plan where to go next, what you want to do next and etc. And that’s is. You only can plan. Nothing more than that. You can never know whether everything you planned will happen. That is how we differentiate each one of us on how we cope, on how we react when things just don’t go as we planned. A wise man once said that there are TWO things that defines you; your attitude when you have everything, and your patience when you have nothing. This is why friends exist. To make our journey more enjoyable and more memorable.

For me, friends is the best things i have after my family. Living almost 5000 km apart from your family makes makes it really tough to face every hardship you will face in your early adult ages. This is the moment where you need someone else to share all of your smile, your laugh and someone you can talk about everything, someone who will help you whenever you needed and much more. Being someone who always forget about his friends and being someone who rarely helped his friends, by having friends who never forget about me is something i could never ask for more. I am very grateful having friends who helped me in my hardest time, who always be there for me.

As time goes by, I became more uncomfortable receiving too much help and asking too much help but doing nothing to repay their deeds which eventually make me stop asking for any help further. But that never doesn’t stop them. Since they know me too well at this point, they always help me to the point that make me think that do I really deserve them??? What did I do to deserve them??? What do they get by helping me??? Finally i came to a conclusion.

No man left behind

That’s the reason why they help me. They don’t want to see me wasting my lives here. They felt the responsibility of seeing me successful in everything I did just like them. They want to make sure that I should never feel lonely having them by my side. And guess what??? I don’t feel lonely living around them.How can I be lonely when I know that I will always have someone to jokes around, someone to hang out with, someone to do stupid things with and for sure someone to cry with.

As the last word for my writing, here a word I found in the internet
Your friend are your needs answered – Khalil Gibran



Aku bongsu.
Norma masyarakat yang aku membesar.
Logik mereka ‘ manja’
Tapi logik tak boleh pakai
Kau kena lalui
Hidup aku jauh
Jauh sekali dengan manja
2 bulan aku diasuh Nenek Gayah
6.30 pagi aku berpisah dengan Mak Abah.
7.00 petang bertemu kembali.
Malam – tidur
Dimana manja?
Tahun 1 hari pertama aku daftar sendirian
Bang chik tunjukkan kantin.
Dan aku terbiasa
Membesar tidak bersedih
Sentiasa mencuba memahami
Semuanya demi aku
Kami bukan hidup senang
Aku tak boleh dapat semua yang aku nak daripada orang lain
Aku kena usaha sendiri
“ Nak? Belajar rajin-rajin “ , abah
Itu yang aku dapat setiap kali aku menyatakan keinginan terhadap setiap benda
Menangis juga si kecil aku yang tidak dapat yang diingini
Tetapi Itu jugalah motivasi aku
Dan aku membesar dengan motivasi
Aku akan dapatkan segalanya dengan usaha aku sendiri
Usaha – belajar
Manja ? Jauhkan?
Hadiah hari jadi? Tidak pernah, hanya kek
Aku bersyukur.
Hadiah pencapaian UPSR PMR SPM ?
Jam jam jam
Aku bersyukur
Begini mak abah ajar aku asingkan apa yang penting dan tidak
13 tahun aku mula berjauhan daripada keluarga
5 tahun di bagan datoh
Tiada yang aneh
Aku membesar seorang
6 yang lain tiada dirumah disaat aku dirumah
Dan mereka di rumah saat aku berhijrah
Aku membesar sendiri
Aku redha
Saat remaja
Aku bergaul
Timbul persoalan
Kenapa keluarga aku tak macam orang lain
Sayang? Tak pernah dengar
Masa bersama? Raya mungkin
Aku sedih, rasa tak cukup bahagia
Aku tak disayangi
Aku 7 daripada 7
Mak Abah dah penat
Tiada perhatian, hidup aku tak menarik
Sekali lagi aku membesar sendiri
Belajar menerima seadanya keluarga ini
Aku punya , bukan orang lain
Aku ada bahagian aku
Aku selesa membesar begini
Kalau aku curi hidup orang lain
Aku tak mampu hidup
Aku syukur ini hidup aku
Begitu aku terima
19 tahun
Semakin jauh aku berhijrah
Tapi kali ini berbeza
Sayang ? Tak dengar tapi jelas terasa
Perhatian? Semuanya kini kepadaku
Pengorbanan ? terlampau banyak
19 tahun
Manja ? Ya, sangat !
Jadi ini rasanya
Jadi ini caranya
Aturan hidupku
Begitu indah Allah atur
Aku syukur
Kerana aku terima hidup ini seadanya
Dan tidak mati kerana cuba curi hidup orang lain
Aku syukur aku terima keluarga ini seadanya
Kasih dalam tanpa ungkapan
Ini lebih sesuai denganku
Dan begini Allah atur untukku
Aku syukur.


Rain was pouring down heavily knocking on the glass windows. I looked at the clock on the wall. Seven o’ clock in the morning. Everyone was nowhere to be seen. I reached for a purple book on my study table and opened the first page. A smile automatically plastered on my face after looking at the contents. A picture of my family was glued there. Slowly my mind traveled back to the time when I was 7 years old.
In front of me, my 10 years old sister was crying and it seemed that she could not stop it anytime soon. Everyone was looking at me while saying that I was still small to understand what was happening at that time. Actually, I knew and fully understood the fact that my mom was gone forever. I did not know why but at that time, not a drop of tears came out of my eyes.
After that, my sister and I both lived with my grandmother. She was the one that taught us everything. She also tried to fulfill all our needs. Early in the morning, she woke up and prepared our breakfast. After that, she would wait with us for the school bus to come. On the day we had our evening classes, she would surely send lunch box to each of us through the help of our neighbours. We continued the pattern until I finished elementary school.
High school was not a good memory to me but that period made me realize my grandma’s love towards me. Alhamdulillah, I passed my SPM with flying colours. I could not repay all her deeds but at least I wanted to make her happy with my results. I got an offer to continue my study in Korea and I was really happy to hear the news. But she did not want me to continue my study in oversea because she was afraid that something ill would happen to me. But I succeed to persuade her to let me go. Not long after that, she fell ill. It was quite severe as she could not move some parts of her body. I considered back my decision about going to Korea but Alhamdulillah she recovered fully from the sickness before I started my study at INTEC.
Nine months passed and I arrived here safely. Starting live in Korea was worth waiting for but waiting for another year to go back home was dreadful. Because of work, my father was always working away from home and sometimes, my grandma had to stay alone in the house. Thankfully, a few months after that, my sister finished her study.
Holiday came slowly. As soon as I reached house, I went to look for her first. She looked different. It was only a year and half passed but it was like 10 years. Her head was covered with white hair. Now, she had to depend on things around her to stabilize herself. She could not do hard work anymore. Everyday I asked her what she wanted to eat. But she always said she was not hungry and just asked me to cook what I wanted to eat. Sometimes, she would take the knife and tried to cook something although I tried to stop her like everytimes. And we came to an agreement that she would stay still and just gave the instructions while I would do all the works. Till the last day at home, she would try to feed me with all kind of foods.
Now, she is 80 years old and I am really thankful because she is healthy although it is not the same like before. When everyone talks about their mother, I can proudly talk about her. For me, she is my mother. Being far away home, I can do nothing for her but pray. “Ya Allah, please take care of her for me.”


Siapa sangka aku akan kahwini dia. Dia yang mencintai aku selama 5 tahun tanpa pengetahuan aku. Dia yang tidak pernah berbicara denganku selama tempoh itu. Sampai sekarang aku masih tidak memahami bagaimana seorang sanggup meyimpan perasaan begitu lama. Kalaulah aku di tempatnya, sudah tentu aku menjadi gila.
Aku memang pendiam. Jika sepatah ditanya, sepatah aku jawab. Aku memang bukan jenis orang yang suka berbicara apatah lagi bercerita. Mungkin kerana aku bersekolah di sekolah agama dan kami diajar untuk tidak berbicara perkara-perkara yang tidak penting. Aku memang kekok jika berurusan dengan mahluk bernama perempuan. Selalunya aku akan menggunakan orang perantaraan untuk menyampaikan sesuatu kepada mereka dan orang yang akan menjadi perantaraan antara kami ialah Naufal.
Naufal seorang yang mudah ramah dengan sesiapa sahaja. Aku bertemu dengannya sejak kami sama-sama berada dalam program persediaan untuk ke Jepun. Kebetulan pula kami tinggal serumah. Di mana ada aku , disitu ada Naufal. Kami memang sudah seperti adik beradik kembar.
Aku tahu ramai pelajar perempuan di dalam batch kami yang menyukai aku. Bukan aku perasan tetapi itu memang kenyataan. Naufal juga selalu memberitahu aku bahawa ramai pelajar perempuan didalam kelasnya yang selalu bertanyakan tentang aku. Reaksi aku? Aku tidak peduli semua itu. Aku ada kriteria perempuan yang aku cari. Nak cari isteri bukan senang oi. Sudah tentu aku inginkan seseorang yang beragama . Kalau cantik, itu dikira bonus.
Sebulan kami berada di dalam program persediaan, datang pelajar pengambilan kedua. Semuanya perempuan. Salah satunya ialah perempuan yang free hair. Dia merupakan satu-satunya perempuan melayu yang free hair didalam batch kami. Aku memang tidak berminat dengan gadis free hair kerana aku dididik untuk mencari perempuan yang beragama.
Dia ditempatkan didalam kelas yang sama denganku. Keadaaan bertambah rumit apabila aku perlu berada satu kumpulan dengannya. Pada kali pertama perjumpaan kumpulan, dia orang pertama yang tiba di kafe dan aku orang kedua. Ahli kumpulan yang lain tiba 10 minit kemudian. 10 minit berada disitu bagaikan 10 jam. Dia tidak berbual. Hanya diam sahaja sambil melihat telefon bimbitnya. Aku juga tidak berminat untuk memulakan bicara.
Esok adalah hari penerbangan kami ke bumi Jepun. Aku dan keluargaku sudah menempah penginaan berdekatan dengan lapangan terbang. Aku tinggal di Johor Bahru dan perjalanan untuk ke KLIA mengambil masa lebih kurang 4 jam. Bagi mengelakkan masalah yang tidak diingini, kami membuat keputusan untuk menginap sahaja di kawasan berdekatan dengan KLIA.
Semasa hari penerbangan kami, suasana sayu dapat dirasakan. Semua mata kelihatan merah dan bengkak termasuk pelajar lelaki. Mataku tertangkap wajah Karin. Ya. Nama budak perempuan itu Karin. Dia kelihatan tenang sahaja. Dia tidak menangis seperti yang lainnya.
Masuk sahaja didalam kapal terbang, aku terus mencari tempat dudukku. Sebelah aku masih kosong dan aku berharap agar pelajar lelaki yang akan memenuhi kedua-dua kerusi tersebut. Aku memasang earphone dan mengambil majalah di poket hadapan kerusi kapal terbang.
Sedang asyik mendengar lagu, aku terasa bahuku disentuh seseorang. Aku melihat Karin berada di hadapanku. Dia duduk betul-betul disebelahku. Tempat terakhir iaitu di tepi tingkap dipenuhi oleh seorang perempuan berbangsa Jepun. Aku kurang selesa dengan keadaan tersebut. Namun apakan daya, aku perlu akur dengan tempat duduk tersebut.
Keadaan sunyi sepi sehinggalah aku terdengar suara tangisankecil disisiku. Pada ketika itu, baru aku sedar, lagu yang aku pasang telah habis diputar. Aku tidak terus memandang ke arahnya kerana takut timbulnya kesalahfahaman. Aku meninjau keadaan melalui ekor mataku. Dia sedang melihat gambar keluarganya didalam telefon bimbit. Aku dapat rasakan bahawa walaupun dia kelihatan tenang semasa di KLIA tadi, sebenarnya dia hanya menahan tangisan dihadapan kedua orangtuanya.
Selepas habis tahun ketiga di university, aku menerima sepucuk surat. Aku boleh kategorikan surat itu sebagai surat cinta. Surat itu daripada Karin. Dia memberitahuku bahawa dia menyukaiku sejak pertama kali kami bertemu semasa dalam program bahasa lagi. Pada akhir suratnya berbunyi
‘Saya hanya ingin meluahkan apa yang telah tersimpan di dalam hati dan fikiran saya. Saya tidak memerlukan jawapan kerana sudah tentu jawapannya ‘tidak’. Ini adalah kali pertama dan terakhir saya melakukan perkara sebodoh ini. Saya harap awak dapat melupakannya. Sekian, terima kasih.’
Aku tergamam sebentar apabila membaca bait terakhirnya. Aku tahu ramai perempuan batch kami yang meminati aku tetapi ini kali pertama ada perempuan yang berani menunjukkan perasaannya kepada aku. Kebanyakannya lebih memilih untuk bersikap biasa denganku dan ada juga yang menggunakan media yang lain seperti whatsapp untuk memulakan perbualan denganku.
Aku amat menghargai keberaniannya. Tetapi sejujurnya aku sudah menyukai orang lain dan ah aku tidak pasti tentang hal itu. Mungking aku perlu melakukan istikharah dalam masalah ini.
Hari ini, aku akan menikahi seorang bernama Nur Karin binti Muhammad. Dia yang tidak pernah terlintas untuk aku jadikan isteri. Kami tidak pernah berkomunikasi sehinggalah aku mendapat surat daripadaanya. Mesej pertama yang aku karang kepadanya berbunyi
‘Saya telah menerima surat daripada awak. Jika itu yang awak harapkan daripada saya, Insya Allah, selepas kita gradute saya akan jadikan awak yang halal bagi saya.’
Dia hanya membalas
‘Baiklah. Saya tunggu.’
Aku meminta keluargaku untuk masuk meminang dan ia berlaku seminggu yang lalu. Aku meminta untuk mempercepatkannya kerana aku tidak mahu berada dalam hubungan yang haram. Hari ini merupakan hari bersejarah bagi aku dan dirinya. Aku berjanji akan menjadi yang terbaik untuknya dan berusaha semampu aku untuk menjadi yang terbaik untuknya.
Aku melihat kembali gambar pernikahan kami sambil menidurkan Adam disampingku. Kami dikurniakan seorang putera yang diberi nama Adam bin Amir Asyaraf. Air mataku jatuh dan perasaanku sebak. Aku cuba untuk menahan tangisanku kerana takut Adam terbangun daripada tidurnya.
Karin telahpun menghadap ilahi sebaik sahaja dia melahirkan Adam. Dia tidak pernah memberitahu sesiapapun tentang penyakit yang dihadapinya. Dia berusaha untuk membahagiakan aku sementara dirinya sendiri terseksa.
Ayat terakhirnya sebelum dia menutup mata
‘Saya gembira dapat bersama awak walaupun hanya sementara dan saya telah tunaikan hajat awak untuk memiliki seorang waris. Jagalah dia sebaik mungkin dan jadikanlah dia seperti awak yang selalu membimbing ke arah kebenaran.’
Aku harap aku dapat menunaikan hajat terakhirnya untuk menjaga Adam sebaik mungkin sepertimana dia menjaga makan pakaiku selama kami bersama. Aku tidak akan menghampakan permintaan terakhirnya itu.
Tenanglah engkau disana wahai bidadariku. Aku harap kau akan tunggu aku dipintu syurgaNya.

Futsal & Frisbee Festival 2017 (Laporan)

Pada tanggal 26 Mac 2017, PPMK dengan kolaborasi dan kerjasama Kelab Umno Korea(KUK), ISMA Korea dan AMIR Korea telah berjaya menganjurkan kejohanan futsal dan frisbee yang terbuka kepada semua rakyat Malaysia yang berada di Korea Selatan. Kejohanan yang berlangsung di Dongyang Mirae Universiti ini mendapat sambutan hangat dengan penyertaan sebanyak 12 pasukan futsal dan 7 pasukan frisbee.


Bagi acara futsal, 12 buah pasukan dibahagikan ke dalam 3 kumpulan di mana setiap kumpulan diwakili oleh 4 pasukan. Setiap pasukan yang menduduki dua tangga teratas setiap kumpulan akan secara automatik layak ke peringkat suku akhir manakala dua slot lagi diisi oleh 2 pasukan yang menduduki tempat ketiga dengan mengumpul markah paling banyak di antara mereka. Setelah tamat peringkat kumpulan, kedudukan setiap kumpulan adalah seperti berikut:


KUMPULAN A                    



1 0 4 1




2 0 4 2




1 1 2 1




0 3 2 7



KUMPULAN B                    

NOOB 3.0*


1 0 5 1




2 0 2 0




1 1 10 2




0 3 1 15 0


KUMPULAN C                    



0 1 7 4




2 0 5 2




2 1 3 4




0 3 2 7


*Pasukan yang ditanda (*) layak ke suku akhir


Berikut adalah keputusan peringkat kalah mati:



Baloq FT 1 - 0 Gelabah

Gingko Mewangi 0 - 1 Tenang

Noob 3.0 0 – 1 Maross

Jomblo Happy 1 – 0 Sailor Scout



Baloq FT 1 – 1 Tenang (Baloq FT layak penalti 3-1)

Maross FC 0 – 1 Jomblo Happy



Maross 2 – 0 Tenang



Jomblo Happy 1 – 0 Baloq FT


Oleh yang demikian, pasukan Jomblo Happy dinobatkan sebagai juara keseluruhan setelah menewaskan pasukan Baloq FT dengan jaringan 1-0. Manakala pasukan Maross di tempat ketiga setelah menewaskan pasukan Tenang pada penentuan tempat ketiga. Anugerah penjaring terbanyak bagi acara futsal telah dimenangi oleh Muhammad Naqib bin Muhammad Firdaus dari pasukan Tenang dengan jumlah jaringan sebanyak 7 gol.


Bagi acara frisbee pula sistem liga digunapakai bagi mencari pemenang. Kedudukan liga adalah seperti berikut:


FOREVER 21 5 0 1 28 8 15
NEWBIES 4 2 0 15 7 14
MK16 2 3 1 7 14 9
LAST MINUTE 2 2 2 7 8 8
POWERPUFF GIRLS 2 1 3 5 11 7
17 GIRLS 1 2 3 2 8 5
FRISBEE AKHAWAT 0 0 6 6 12 0


Pasukan Forever 21 bergelar juara setelah merakamkan 5 kemenangan dan 1 kekalahan diikuti rapat oleh pasukan Newbies dengan jurang hanya 1 mata. Tempat ketiga pula dimenangi oleh pasukan MK16. Anugerah Most Valuable Player bagi acara frisbee telahpun dimenangi oleh Fozi Addiba binti Mohamad Fozi dari pasukan Last Minute.


Pihak PPMK sekali lagi ingin mengucapkan tahniah kepada para peserta dan jutaan terima kasih kepada semua peserta serta hadirin yang memeriahkan kejohanan 3F ini.


Disediakan oleh,

Syamsul Ikmal Hassan

Biro Sukan dan Rekreasi 1


I moved a lot when I was a teenager because of my father’s job as a specialist doctor that needed him to move countries. Growing up, I stayed in four different countries. I board on flights for more than 400 times metaphorically. I’ve experienced the best culinary from 3 different continents. Needless to say, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. To the people who knows me back home, my life is the life that they’ve always wanted especially since nowadays people really loves to travel. However, it is not what I desire. Moving from country to country constantly left a hole in my heart, a deep dark hole that desires love and friendship. I’ve never had any good friends growing up. People only wanted to be friends with me just because of the fact of me being a doctor’s son.

        Two years ago, my life changed. My family were transferred to Australia. Long story cut short, that was where I met Jack. We were in the same laboratory when he approached me. From that day on, we hung out a lot and eventually became best friends. One year later, both of us grew up to become adults. We’re both finally 20. The two of us went to the same university and stayed in the same dorm despite taking different courses.

        And university is the time when I noticed something different about Jack. A year passed and we’re both in our second year. University was hard for both of us. We started to rarely see each other. In fact, most of the time I was the only one who always stayed back at the dorm to study. “Jack must be studying in the library” I thought to myself every time he’s not home considering that he is 100 times more diligent than me in studying.

        One night, he came back home, smelling like garbage, looking like garbage too. “Jack, did you even showered? What’s with your shirt? Did you spilled sauce all over you?” I asked. He did not answer at all. “Dude, slow down with the studying! 4.0 isn’t everything. And learn to eat like an adult that we are” I said and then he looked at me with such sharpness. “It is! I needed the scholarship! I can’t rest or else I won’t be getting that scholarship!” he shouted. I was left there with looks of confusion but before I could even respond, he said “And I eat like an adult. And I don’t need sleep! I don’t need shower! I’m not rich like you, I need scholarship!”. “Jack please, don’t force yourself too much. You’re a good student, I’ve seen your result, I know you.” “No you don’t.” he replied before leaving the room. I was left there dumfounded and still unable to process, “What did I do wrong?” I thought. However the image of him, his shirt covered in red haunted me a bit.

        The next morning, the whole campus was shocked to hear about the disappearance of 7 students from the Economics Department. I was worried to death because that was Jack’s department! I went on to the dorm’s office to ask for informations. “It can’t be Jack. It can’t be!” I searched all over the notice board. There it was……”Jackson Powell, missing since March 12”. My heart was broken. My one and only best friend, MISSING. I walked to the dorm, bringing my tears and sorrow with me.

        I opened the door and Jack was there in his bed, eyes looking straight at me. “JACK?!” He stood up, smiling and eyes fixed at me while walking out. It was eerie. I had goosebumps all over. “Jack is that you or am I hallucinating?” I asked but he did not even blinked. “Shhhh” he said while smiling. He pointed to his table. I looked and noticed that there’s a small yet peculiar looking box under his table. I looked at him but all he did was smiling. A really blunt smile. “Jack?” I asked, tears still falling down my cheeks. He walked out. I ran to the door but he’s not even in the hallway.

        “I must be hallucinating.” I thought. However, when I entered the room again, the box was still there. I went to it and lifted it up. It was heavy. Out of the sadness, I gathered my courage to open the box. My fingers slowly peeled the cellophane tape above, revealing the contents little by little. The box is finally opened. There’s a huge lump of things covered in black plastic bag and a letter above it.

“Dear Ivan,

Our friendship was the best one that I could’ve wished for. You’ve accepted me as your friends despite our differences. You’ve helped me a lot eventhough we only met 4 years ago. Thank you. I hope that you will be a good friend to another person.

p/s: The scholarship should’ve been mine but they were in my way. I couldn’t help but did it. Not only to them…but myself too. I’m sorry.





“What? I don’t understand!” My heart was racing fast. I immediately lifted the plastic bag. I slowly opened it. The first revelation of it surprised me. “OH MY!!!” I screamed while letting go of the bag. I ran away to the office. “HELP ME!!! THERE’S SOMETHING IN MY ROOM!” I screamed while panicking but the guards looked at me as if I was scared of spiders. “PLEASE, TAKE IT AWAY FROM MY ROOM!!” I screamed again. Tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. The guard finally ran to my room.

        “OH MY!” he screamed. The lady from the counter came out to comfort me. More and more people came to my room, screaming, panicking and being in disbelief. The guard came out of the room, holding the plastic bag containing JACK’S HEAD and NUMEROUS AMOUNTS OF FINGERS away. As they walked passed me, I couldn’t bear to look at it. I wept and ran to the office, locking myself in there. Then suddenly, “I’m sorry pal” was whispered to my ear. My eyes went wide. I looked back, and saw Jack’s reflection on the window, bluntly smiling. “I got the scholarship. You should’ve read the letter in my mouth too. Had to eliminate the other 6 students to get it though” being whispered into my ears.  


“Tick..tock..tick.. tock” the clock keeps ticking as the two guy staring at each other. Trapped in a cage both of them can only wander around in a confined space. The only thing they can do is to observe the horrifying scene that surrounds both of them. In the centre of the room a John Doe lying in the middle of the room with his throat carve by the neck. They can smell an awful scent of rotting meat. A pool of blood can be seen underneath the guy in the middle. One of the caged guys can’t hold himself anymore and let out whatever was inside his stomach last night. The other guy in the opposite side of the room looks calm and tried to observe the whole situation. He could see that in the northern part of the room there’s a door with a key lock attached on it. However it was not the same case with his cage. There was nothing. Not even a single door can be seen from where he stands. Ignoring the vomiting voice of the other guy he tried to look for a door that may be hidden but his effort was futile. Not a single door was found. He can only question himself “How?” Then suddenly a TV which was in one part of the room was turned on by itself. Showing this news about two guys who went missing recently for a week. It seems that both of them were a murder suspect and have been running away ever since. Since the incident polices are still investigating hoping to catch both of them soon. The calm guy was shocked when he found out that the victim of the murder was the dead John Doe. The face of the two murderers however was not shown.
“Tick..tock..tick..tock” the clock keeps ticking. It seems that it has been an hour after the news. The vomiting guy has stop and tries to calm himself by lying down. The other guy was still observing around hoping to found some clue to escape the cage. Infuriated by the situation he tried to seek help from the other guy. “Hey! You there, I’m Razin” he introduced himself “What’s yours?” “Ahmad” the guy answered with a weak voice. “Do you know what’s going on?” Razin asked “I’m not sure. The only thing I know was everything was red, all red!” Ahmad then starts vomiting again. While trying to calm Ahmad down he then ask Ahmad to look around to see if he can see anything. Unbeknown to them there was a piece paper in Ahmad’s cage after all this time. He probably didn’t notice it while he was vomiting. He then took the piece of a paper and read what’s written out loud. “Do you remember what happened last week?” What happened last week? Is it the murder?
“Tick…tock..tick..tock” The clock never stop ticking. Two of them spend their time afterward to talk to each other trying to find some clues on what happened to both of them. However it seems that the only thing they can remember was a blurry image of both of them inside an abandoned warehouse and they could hear the sound of the sea. It was probably near a port. Suddenly they remembered that there were blood everywhere and someone was screaming. “Was it the victim?” Razin murmured. “What did you said?” “Didn’t you saw the news about the murder? Apparently two guys were suspected for killing the dead guy in the middle there.” ”Isn’t it way too convenient?” Ahmad replied “Since there are two of us and the murder victim is just in front of both us? Maybe we are actually the murderer and somehow something happen and now we are here” Ahmad said while laughing jokingly. “Of course not” Razin then thinking by himself. It couldn’t be that simple. He knows himself. He didn’t remember anything about murdering anyone. I mean how could he? He knows himself but then again he didn’t really remember anything else besides the scene in the warehouse. He can’t even recall how he looks like. It annoyed him a lot since there’s no mirror inside the room. “Hey, what’s wrong with your face man? You couldn’t possibly think that we are murderers right?” Ahmad interrupted “Of course not. I know I don’t kill people. Besides, there were two suspects. If one of us thinks he’s not the murderer then how can there be two suspects right?”. “I know right? I mean how could someone who can’t even see blood kills a person?”
“Tick..tock..tick..tock” the clock was ticking while both of them tries to look for a way to get out from the cage. Then suddenly it hits Razin. If there was no door then how did they get in? There must be a way to go inside without a door. He then unbelted himself and started to hit the bar of steels with the metal end of the belt and as he suspected one of the bar didn’t sounded quite right when he hit it. It seems like it was fake. He then uses all his might to kick the fake one. The bar breaks and leaves a just enough space for two people to pass through. It seems like his theory of the murderer took both of them as hostages might be true. Seeing this Ahmad then proceed to do what Razin did and tried to break himself free as well. Razin on the other hand went to check out the lock door. It seems like it may be hard to break the door with sheer force. They have to find the key to be free. He then proceeds to analyse the key lock hoping to find a clue. Lady luck was on his side when he saw some writing. He read it and it says “One of you is lying”.
“Tick…tock…tick…tock” Razin can feel a sharp pain behind him. It seems like blood was pouring from him. “Where did you get that knife?” Razin asked “You see, the knife was with me all along when I woke up. It was bloody and the shape seems to match the carving at the guy’s neck. Don’t get me wrong, I was really vomiting with the thought of killing someone. However after a while everything seems natural to me. Feels like I was born to kill!”. Even with all the shock Razin giggled a bit and told Ahmad “Still you can’t escape this room. There’s no key!” Ahmad then laughed hysterically while showing a piece of metal in his hand “You where did you get that?” Razin shouts angrily “Simple I checked the dead guy body. It was in his pocket all along. Seems like someone put it there on purpose. I guess it was me all along!” Ahmad continues to laugh knowing that he’s finally going out from the awful room. “You won’t be safe out there. The police are still looking for us!”. “Well who cares? I can just tell them that you are the murderer and you took me as a hostage so you could escape safely. I know I would do that if I was the murderer. Hey! Maybe I was the murderer after all!” He continues to laugh. Ahmad then unlocks the door with a big smile on his face. He could almost breath the smell of freedom. “What? What’s this? A mirror?” There was nothing but a mirror hanging on the wall behind the door. Ahmad then realizes something else. “My face.. that couldn’t be..”. Ahmad suddenly felt a hard object hitting his head. Next thing he knew he was lying down besides Razin who was dead after he stabbed him.
“Tick...tock…tick..tock” The ticking of the clock wakes him. Ahmad is still bewildered for what happened. The only thing he notices was Razin is dead and the dead John Doe is alive. Ahmad can’t even move a finger as he was tied up to chair with a rope. “You.. Didn’t I kill you?” Ahmad asked in confusion “Well you did and did not. It was my twin brother whom you killed. Didn’t you remember? After you tied him up you slowly carves his neck in front of me. I can see the satisfaction in your face and when I ask why you are doing this. You only told me it was fun. After that your brother releases me, took you away and tried to hide you. “My brother? You mean..” “Yes he’s your twin brother. Surprised!” After looking at the mirror Ahmad founds out that him and Razin actually has the same face. Little that he knows Razin was actually his twin brother. “Boo-hoo so sad. Now listen. I track both of you down knock you guys out with a sleeping gas. Fried both of your head with some sparks hoping that you lose some of your memories. Bought some red paint and here we are. It was tough to lie down there all these while you know. You guys took too much time to get out from the cage!” Ahmad start to feel despair after killing his own brother with his two hands. He stays silent and finally told the guy in front of him “What are you waiting for? Kill me. Isn’t all of this is for your revenge?” “Oh no no no. I won’t kill you yet. I’ll let you live. All tie up while looking at your dead brother whom you killed until you die. How does it feel to kill someone who loves you? He loves you so much that he would help a killing maniac from the police. You should feel the despair of what I felt when I lose someone I loves in front of me”
“Tick..tock..tic..toc……” The sound of the clock was fading from the cries and laughter.

The End


PANDANGANNYA kabur dek kerana mutiara jernih yang bertakung di tebing mata. Cepat-cepat diseka sebelum mengalir membasahi pipi. Sekeping gambar di tangan kanan dipusingkan ke belakang. Sebaris ayat itu dibaca di dalam hati;
To you whom I call my happy place. With love, Dahlia.
Satu keluhan dilepaskan sebelum gambar itu diselitkan semula ke dalam planner berwarna biru muda di atas meja. Dia mengusap belakang tengkuk dengan tangan kanan sementara tangan kiri menyelak beberapa helai rambut yang jatuh di atas dahi ke belakang. Tuk tuk! Bunyi ketukan di pintu membuatkan dia berpusing ke belakang.
“Err.. hai?” Fadhlan menjenguk ke dalam bilik sambil tersengih menayangkan sebaris giginya.
“Ha, nak apa?”
“Isyak sekali jom?”
“Jom. Hari ni kau imam kan?” Aidan sudah bangun dari kerusi dan berlalu ke bilik air untuk mengambil wudhu’.
“Yelah. Jangan lama-lama, aku tunggu dalam bilik aku,” separuh menjerit dia menuturkan.
“Okay,” Aidan menyahut dari dalam bilik air.
Pili air dipusingkan, dia membaca bismillah di dalam hati dan mula mengambil wudhu’.


“AMIN ya rabbalalamin..” Kedua belah tangan diusap ke wajahnya. Dia berpusing ke kanan dan bersalaman dengan Aidan. Wajah Aidan yang sedang melipat sejadah dipandang sayu.
“Aidan, kau okay tak ni?” Fadhlan cuba membaca riak wajah sahabatnya itu.
“Kau nampak macam aku okay ke?” soalan dijawab dengan soalan. Seperti biasa.
“Dah setahun dah kan…”
“Baru setahun,” suaranya ditekan sikit pada perkataan ‘baru’.
“Kita yang hidup kena teruskan hidup. Kena move on…” ayatnya terhenti di situ apabila Aidan sudah menjelingnya tajam. Aidan bangun dari duduknya. Dia melangkah ke arah pintu.
“Cakap senanglah, kau tak rasa,” suaranya perlahan tapi cukup jelas di telinga Fadhlan.

Fadhlan mengeluh perlahan. May time heals you, Aidan. Doanya dalam hati.


MATANYA memandang sepi Americano di atas meja. Hingar-bingar di dalam café yang penuh dengan pelajar itu langsung tak dipedulikannya. Dia bukan penggemar kopi. Lebih-lebih lagi Americano. Tetapi aroma kopi itu membuatkannya merasa seolah-olah dia ada di depan mata. Dia. Dahlia.

“Tak pahit ke Americano?” dia mengerutkan dahi melihat Dahlia tenang menghirup Americano. Dia pula yang terasa pahitnya.
“Pahit.” Ringkas jawapan gadis itu.
“Habis tu, buat apa minum?” kerutan di dahinya bertambah mendengarkan jawapan itu.
“Sebab suka. And sebab dah terbiasa kot haha,” Aidan yang masih berkerut di hadapannya dipandang.
“Pelik betul. Benda pahit pun boleh suka,” kali ini dia menggeleng pula.
“Tak semua benda pahit tu tak baik dan tak semua benda manis tu baik,”
“Pergh ayaaatt,”

Aidan mengurut lembut pelipis matanya. Tang mana benda pahit yang baiknya. Dia menjeling jam di pergelangan tangan kiri. 10.25 pagi. Class on 10.30. Dia bergegas keluar dari café menuju ke arah bangunan kejuruteraan.


BUKU Physical Chemistry ditutup. Kepalanya tepu dengan equations dan segala macam formula. Baru tiga minggu semester baru bermula, tapi rasa macam terlalu banyak yang sudah dia belajar. Minggu depan pula ada kuiz. Belajar di negara Winter Sonata ini memang banyak cabarannya. Language barrior and competition between Koreans. Dia menarik planner biru mudanya dari celahan buku-buku yang bersusun di atas meja belajar. Usai mencatat tarikh kuiz minggu depan, dia menarik gambar yang diselitnya beberapa hari lepas. Ditatap gambar itu. Gambar itu diambil oleh dia sendiri. Dahlia tersenyum manis, memakai baju kurung kain kapas dengan tanah putih dan bunga-bunga merah.
“Aidan, boleh aku masuk?” Aidan berpusing ke belakang mendengarkan suara housematenya tu.
“Kau dah pun masuk, Fad,” jari telunjuknya menunjuk pada kaki Fadhlan yang dah pun melepasi pintu biliknya. Entah sejak bila pula Fadhlan pandai minta izin nak masuk biliknya.
“Hehe buat apa tu?” Oh. Teringat Dahlia. Fadhlan sudah dapat jawapannya sebelum Aidan menjawab apabila dia ternampak sekeping gambar itu dia atas meja. Dia berjalan mendekati Aidan.
“Takde buat apa pun. Study, minggu depan kuiz,” Aku rindu Dahlia lah, Fad. Kalaulah dia boleh cerita segala yang tersirat di hati.
“Ni, join eh?” Fadhlan meletakkan brochure di tangannya di atas meja belajar Aidan.
Aidan membaca apa yang tertulis di atas kertas itu.
“ Only to Allah, I hope. By saudara Yusof and saudara Marwan. Moderator… eh?” keningnya terangkat sebelah memandang Fadhlan. Fadlan sudah menyilangkan tangannya sambil buat muka bangga.
“Moderator Fadhlan Zakaria?” Patutlah beria ajak aku. Aidan buat rolling eyes.
“Ish kau ni tak support member betul lah,” Fadhlan menolak sedikit bahu Aidan. Aidan tergelak kecil.
“Kau okay tak ni?” Untuk ke sekian kalinya Fadhlan bertanya. Nadanya concern.
“Entahlah, Fad,” Sedikit terangkat kening Fadhlan mendengarkan jawapan itu. Agak berbeza dengan jawapan-jawapan sebelum ini.
“Sekejap sangat Allah pinjamkan dia dekat aku. She came after my father passed away. Dia yang bagi aku semangat. Tiba-tiba dia pergi,”
Fadhlan sekadar mendengar.
“Ingatkan balik Malaysia sama-sama, dapat balik Korea sama-sama jugak,”

1 pagi. Dia baru sahaja terlelap apabila telefon bimbitnya berdering. Segera dicapai telefon bimbitnya di bawah bantal.
“Abang Dan, dah tidur ke?” Danish, adik Dahlia bertanya di hujung talian.
“Baru je terlelap. Kenapa Danish call pagi-pagi ni?”
“Err.. akak…akak accident,” terdengar esak kecil di hujung ayat itu. Telefon hampir terlepas dari genggaman Aidan.
“Ha?! Okay, sekarang kat hospital mana? Abang datang sekarang,”
“Abang, akak dah takde. Baru je tadi,”
Dan sebaris ayat itu membuatkan dunianya hitam, gelap gelita.

Fadhlan menyentuh bahu Aidan menyedarkan dia dari lamunan.
“Long before she came, He was always there. He still is. In every step of the way,” jari telunjuk kanannya diarahkan kepada Al-quran di sudut kiri meja belajar Aidan.


HARI itu merupakan hujung minggu yang tenang. Cuaca pula tidak terlalu sejuk seperti minggu-minggu lalu. Mungkin sebab winter sudah bersedia melabuhkan tirainya dan bakal diganti dengan bunga-bunga yang bakal mewarnai bumi kimchi ini. Jam di pergelangan tangan sudah menunjukkan ham 10.50 pagi.
“Program start pukul 11,” Aidan bermonolog sendirian sambil kakinya melangkah laju menuju ke arah dewan utama Dongyang Mirae University itu.
Di dalam dewan, dia melihat Fadhlan sudah bersedia di atas pentas dengan panel-panel yang bakal memberikan talk. Memandangkan dewan kuliah mempunyai struktur yang bertingkat, Aidan duduk di barisan paling atas sekali. Selepas bacaan doa, program Only to Allah, I hope itu bermula seperti program-program berkongsian lain yang pernah dihadirinya sebelum ini. Adakalanya dia tergelak sendiri melihat gelagat rakan serumahnya menjadi moderator. Tidak pernah dia melihat Fadhlan yang begitu. Tidak sangka petah juga Fadhlan beraksi di hadapan orang ramai.
“Jadi, saudara Yusuf sudah pun share tentang macam mana kita nak menangani kekecewaan. Dan sebagai seorang muslim, saya percaya yang macam mana sedih pun kita, hanya kepada Allah kita patut meminta dan berharap. Jadi, boleh saudara Marwan ulas lebih lanjut lagi tentang pergharapan kita kepada Allah?” Fadhlan petah mengajukan soalan kepada panel di sebelah kanannya.
“Terima kasih moderator yang kacak bergaya hari ni,” Fadhlan tersenyum bangga mendengar pujian itu.
“Sebenarnya betul lah apa yang Fadhlan cakap tadi. Macam mana kecewa dan sedih pun kita sebenarnya, kita kena berbalik pada Allah. Sebab sedih tu datang dari Dia, dan hanya Allah saja yang ada penawarnya. Tak salah untuk kita bersedih. Itu lumrah sebagai manusia, tapi jangan sampai tak boleh bangun. Sebab Allah takkan tinggalkan hamba Dia macam tu je. Kita sebenarnya beruntung kalau Allah bagi ujian. Sebab itu tandanya Allah masih pedulikan kita dan Dia tahu kita kuat untuk itu,”
Deep. Aidan menelan air liur mendengar kata-kata daripada Marwan. Rasa seperti kata-kata itu ditujukan untuknya.
“Allah tarik sesuatu atau seseorang dari kita sebab nak kita sedar yang dalam dunia ni hanya Dia yang kekal. Sebab tu hanya kepada Allah kita kena sandarkan harapan. Even dalam surah Alfatihah pun Allah cakap kan dalam ayat 5 ertinya, hanya kepada Engkau kami bersembah dan hanya kepada Engkau kami memohon pertolongan. Allah tak kata pergi minta kat orang lain. Kalau disebabkan Allah tarik seseorang dalam hidup kita, we lost the purpose of our life. Kita hidup untuk siapa sebenarnya?”.
Sekali lagi dia menelan air liur mendengarkan kata-kata itu. Dan kali ini matanya terasa berpasir.

“ASSALAMUALAIKUM WARAHMATULLAH,” usai memberi salam kedua Aidan menadah tangan untuk berdoa.
“Ya Allah…,” doanya terhenti di situ. Cukup banyak yang terbuku di hati, namun tak dapat diluahkan dengan kata-kata.
Bibirnya diketap. Dia tidak sedar entah sejak bila air matanya mengalir membasahi pipi. Dia menekup kedua-dua tangan ke muka. Dadanya turun naik saat dia menangis teresak-esak itu. Kali ini dia menangis bukan kerana rindu, tapi kerana malu. Malu dengan Pencipta kerana dia terlalu taksub dengan manusia. Harapan yang sepatutnya disandarkan hanya pada Dia, diserahkan seluruhnya pada hamba. Dia terlalu sedih dengan perkara dunia, sedangkan sedih itu seharusnya hadir saat diri jauh dari Dia.


AIDAN mencapai Alquran di atas meja belajarnya. Dia mahu mula membaca tapi dia sendiri tidak ingat di mana dia terhenti. Sudah terlalu lama dia tidak menyentuh kitab suci itu. Dia memejamkan mata.
“Ya Allah, apa kau nak tunjuk kat aku hari ni Ya Allah. Aku berserah kepadaMu,” dia membuka Alquran secara rawak. Satu ayat dibaca dan dibaca pula terjemahannya.
Dan Kami lebih dekat kepadanya daripada urat lehernya. Surah Qaff, ayat 16.
“Astaghfirullahalazim. Aku berdosa Ya Allah, kau bimbinglah aku,” ucapnya perlahan. Air mata yang bergenang diseka dengan belakang tangan.
“Aidan, dinner jom. Aku masak tomyam hari ni,” entah sejak bila Fadhlan muncul di pintu biliknya, dia sendiri tak sedar.
“Ha, kejap,” Aidan menyelitkan penanda buku pada muka surat yang dia terhenti tadi. Dibaca sekali lalu ayat yang tertulis pada penanda buku yang pernah diberikan oleh naqibnya dulu.

Sahabat yang baik apabila dipandang wajahnya membuat kita ingat kepada Allah. Mendengarkan ucapannya mampu menambah ilmu. Melihat gerak-geriknya membuat kita takjub kepada Allah.

“Fad,” Fadhlan yang baru ingin berlalu berpusing semula apabila Aidan memanggilnya. Dia mengangkat kening.
“Ingatkan aku,” serius.
“Asal? Kau ada kuiz ke esok?” spontan Aidan tergelak mendengar soalan Fadhlan.
“Taklah. Ingatkan aku pasal tuhan, takut aku lupa,”
“Sure,” dan mereka sama-sama tersenyum.
1 tahun. 12 bulan. 365 hari. Cukuplah. Cukuplah dia berharap pada cinta manusia. Masih sayang tapi ada perkara yang lebih dicita, syurga sang Pencipta.


I did not know what happiness was until I adopted this small yet precious creature as my daughter. I named her Sophie .The orphanage’s manager handed me Sophie while she was sleeping soundly. Her petite hand was warm and I let my lips touch her soft cheeks. My eyes glistened with tears. How can her parents leave her at this kind of place; neglecting their responsibilities towards their daughter? As for me, choosing to adopt her was like a miracle. She was like bleach which whitens my gloomy days. My husband, Gerald Hunt died two years ago. He was a marine and his life ended in the sea. After I had learned to stop mourning, the idea of adopting a child popped up in my mind.

Usually, I wake up with my legs dangling on the side of the bed, pillows scattered everywhere and my blanket on the floor. After Sophie entered my life, my routine changed totally. Sometimes I got a sleepless night as I was woken up by the sounds of Sophie’s cries. She was just five months when I took her with me. I pampered her with love and luxury. I was once a successful lawyer before I married Gerald. I quit my job just to give full commitment to my family. Now, I was using my savings to buy anything. I did not want to be separated from Sophie. I was shocked when Sophie’s first word was ‘Mummy’. She uttered it when I was watching her drown to her sleep. This little creature really did touch my heart and brought happiness to my life.

Three years had passed and we live our live blissfully. Little did I know that this day will arrive and gave a huge blow to my life. Just like others day, I was preparing for our dinner and i let Sophie sleep in her room. As I was humming to the radio, I heard a crash sound from the living room. I made my way to the living room while holding a knife tightly. I saw a dark figure sitting on my sofa. As I approached him, he laughed sarcastically and uttered, “Jane, you seem better. Do you remember me?” The voice, the way he laughed reminded me of the one person that I detested for the rest of my life: Steven the Beast.  The murderer of my son , my baby Louis. Yes , I had a son with Gerald. He was just five months when the psycho Steven broke into my house and killed him.

The sound of Sophie’s cries caught my ears. I thought I had left her safe in her room, but I was wrong! Steven had her in his arms. She was crying while trying to reach my hand. I was shocked, mad but I felt the instant anger rising inside me, I was furious! I held the knife tightly and ran to Steven and stabbed his chest. I closed my eyes as I could not believe my brave and insane act. As I pulled out the knife, it was silent for a moment. I could not hear Sophie’s cry anymore. I opened my eyes and was horrified to see three-years-old Sophie was on my lap and bleeding. I was screaming out loud. I dropped the knife .My hands were trembling in fear. I called out Sophie’s name but she staggered me as she did not responded.  I shook her body and tried to stop the blood by pressing my hands on the puncture. Then I heard Steven laugh heartily.

“Jane. You still confused between dreams and reality; I am your hallucination. I guess you just killed another innocent child,” Steven the Beast said and then started to fade away from my vision. The memory of Louis flashed back in my mind. I can hardly remember what was happening. My head kept spinning. I could see Louis bleeding on my arms just like Sophie. Suddenly everything made sense and the full memories keep on playing on my mind. Steven or my hallucination was right. I was once a murderer. I escaped the death sentence as the doctor diagnosed me with ‘Bipolar Disorder’. After constantly taking the medicine, I managed to overcome my disability and was released from the mental hospital. That was the same day when I adopted Sophie. The last thing that I can do is by running from my house and his at an empty street. I was hopeless and scared to death. I burst into tears as I remembered what I had done. Suddenly the world turned pitch black.

I felt my head was like being hit by something hard. I put so much effort trying to open my eyes. The blazing sun was scorching on me. I made up my mind. I wanted to surrender myself to the police. I did not want to steal any innocent life anymore. I took the way to my home first. As I reached my home, I was surprised to see a blue Volkswagen parked at my garage. I opened the door as I left my house unguarded. The living room was in perfect state. All the mess, the blood was gone. And yet, where is Sophie?! As I tried to believe my eyes, I was distracted by a spicy aroma wafting from the kitchen. I went to the kitchen and this time my heartbeat stop. “Good Morning Sunshine! Where have you been last night? Sit here, I am on my way to finish delicious bacon for our breakfast,” he smiled looking at me when he finished his sentence. I could feel my face was as pale as ghost. Was my dead husband waking up from his grave and prepared breakfast for me? Where is Sophie? What was happening? I felt dizzy and the last thing that I saw is my kitchen’s ceiling.


Di sudut itu, Yusuf masih terdiam. Kaku . Kalau diikutkan amarahnya mahu saja dia campak anaknya itu keluar tingkap sampai mati. Bukan tak sayang, bukan juga kasihnya hilang. Semuanya tidak lain kerana tantrum, kosakata yang sebolehnya tidak mahu lagi didengarinya.

Lima tahun lepas, tarikh yang amat bermakna bagi Yusuf. Tarikh dimana zuriat yang ditunggu-tunggu mula melihat dunia. Saat itu andaikata imaginasi ini ada hadnya, maka Yusuflah orang yang pertama memenuhi ruang imaginasinya dengan membayangi perkara-perkara yang bakal dilakukan dengan anaknya itu.

Imaginasinya itu nyata ada lompong kecil. Dia terlupa di atas rancangan itu ada perancang yang lebih berkuasa. Bayangan gelak tawa, gurau senda bersama anaknya itu mungkin tidak dapat direalisasi. Anaknya positif autisme. Terungkailah segala persoalan atas panggilan yang tidak ada respon, kebolehan berkata-kata yang masih tidak dapat dikuasai anaknya itu.

Yang paling dirisaukan ialah tantrum anaknya. Bermula dari tangisan yang kerap pada awal kelahiran, sehinggalah amukan seperti dirasuk makhluk halus yang semakin kerap berlaku. Hempukan kepala di dinding, barang dicampak sesuka hati malah mengamuk secara tiba-tiba merupakan perkara biasa semasa anaknya tantrum.

Berpuluh pakar telah ditemui bagi mencari solusi. Namun , mungkin Dia mahu untuk Yusuf terus mencari. Makin merisaukan apabila Yusuf yang ketika itu ada projek besar di tempat kerja untuk diuruskan, tetapi seringkali lambat untuk menghadiri mesyuarat projek kerana terpaksa membawa anaknya ke hospital.

Masalah tantrum anaknya semakin menjadi-jadi. Kini Yusuf mula rimas tatkala anaknya tantrum kerana dia juga punya kekusutan perihal kerja. Tantrum anaknya seakan menjadi pencetus kemarahan Yusuf. Kadangkala singgah di fikirannya untuk dibunuh saja permata hati itu. Namun pada satu malam Yusuf bermimpi.

Mimpi yang menjadi pembuka waras dan hati. Dalam mimpinya itu ada seorang anak kecil yang juga mempunyai masalah tantrum seperti anaknya, bahkan lebih teruk lagi. Usai mimpi itu, Yusuf bangkis bangun. Dia mula bingung, siapa sebenarnya wajah yang dilihat. Seakan ada bibit-bibit hatinya mengatakan anak kecil itu punya raut wajah yang dikenalinya. Namun persis siapa?

Dalam kesibukan norma harian, dalam krisis emosi melayan tantrum anaknya itu sering terselit persoalan mengenai mimpi malam itu. Tatkala hampir terungkai, seperti ada cebisan memori yang hilang daripadanya. Yusuf nekad pulang ke rumah ayahanda dan bonda tercinta. Kuat keyakinannya bahawa mereka mungkin kunci solusi mimpinya itu.


Berderai air mata Yusuf selepas mendengar segalanya. Bayangan anak kecil yang dilihat adalah jasadnya sewaktu muda. Dulu Yusuf juga seperti anaknya. Sama, tantrum mereka sama. Namun atas sokong dan dokongan ibu bapanya Yusuf Berjaya menjadi survivor autism yang dihidapinya.

Azam Yusuf kini bulat, fokus semata untuk memberi sepenuh kasih dan cinta terhadap anaknya, Thowus. Baginya kini biarlah seteruk mana tantrum itu, tetap sokongan penuh akan diberi bersama isteri tercinta bagi menyenangkan Thowus. Disebalik itu juga terselit doa dan harapan agar satu masa nanti Thowus mampu menjadi survivor sepertinya. Yusuf berharap dapat melihat Thowus membesar seperti anak lain, ya ,sama seperti mereka.

Agar apabila Thowus besar nanti, dapat dia mengurus diri sendiri,tatkala Yusuf dan isterinya nanti menutup mata buat selama-lamanya.