Her story

A true story about a person that i called sister.
 
My sister moved to stay with her in laws 2 years ago.  She left everything in KL, including her condominium and also her job and stay with her parent in laws in their kampung.  The decision made by the husband who lost his job in KL more than 3 years ago.

So they moved back to his kampung and start an eatery business there.  From time to time i see them and i realized that they are not making a very good progress with the business.  One day, during her short trip back to KL, my sister came to visit me.  We have a long chat and she came up with a confession that she had a rough life at his husband hometown.  They have to stay together with the in laws as there is no vacant house can be rent.

I feel bad for her she was different compared to me. My sister was raised by my uncle & her life was far more better than any of us.  My uncle was a headmaster and my sister had a very easy life.  To compare her with any of us, is like to compare latte and kopi cap pisang.  She was the one who always wear a decent baju, ride her own bicycle (basikal yang handle tinggi.. where only anak2 orang berada can afford to have that bicycle).  She played squash, tennis during her free time where as the most prestigious game I ever played masa i kecik was football (with barefoot sebab takut kena rotan kalau kasut sekolah kotor atau cepat rosak as i only have a pair of shoes throughout every  schooling year). 

Back to my sister story, last 2 week my sister's mother inlaws passed away and we happened to know about it only a day after.  Encik D and I made a trip to my brother inlaw's kampung to pay the ziarah.  We reached there late noon and we had a warm welcomed from the rest of the family.  At 8 p.m we decided to leave as we didn't want to reach KL very late.  Before we leave, my brother inlaw offered us to use their room to do our maghrib prayer.  I was stunned when i enter the room.  It only has a very thin bed and a few plastic bags where they stored their belongings.  I almost cried as this is worse than i imagine.  I couldn't put my self in that condition, let alone my sister.

Today, two weeks after.  I still think about it & I still cry for her. Deep inside i pray that one day my brother inlaw willing to come back to KL and i believe with their cooking talent they will survive here.  Deep inside i know that my sister layak mendapat the payung emas.  I respect her a lot for the sacrifies she made as I know I'm not that strong & I always have the gut to find way out.  Sebab itulah agaknya kita selalu dengar yang Allah hanya menguji orang2 yang kuat sahaja.

 Still, i hope there will be a happy ending...