Al-fatihah to my dearly cutey brat

I was happy to know that I wud become an aunt (Mak Su) again on dated 24th of March. As usual I pun balik naik public transport. Dealing with Psha fer balik together naik Putra LRT to Wangsa Maju, I received a call from papa around 5.45 masa tu otw to WM in a train. I was extremely happy bile dapat tau, angah sudah bersalin. ;)



But then, when I was at WM, papa fetched me up there, then i was asking bout my sister and her baby condition, papa bagitau, the baby heartbeat was ebnormal, dia lemas and now dah dihantar ke Pediatric Ward at HKL. Need a machine to support her heartbeat. I was .. oh. The situation and the atmosphere changed into silence. We are playin with faith. Not we, but the baby now are in critically mode, bermain dengan nyawa. I'll not write these, the situation that happened to her, because each inches remind me of her. What makes me regret until today, until now, because whos' the best person for me to point this finger. Is it the hospital management? Is it the bidan? Is it the Doc who checking up my sister every month fer giving us a false due date? Or else, is it my sister with none reason?



Im glad dia pon da selamat dikebumikan. I know she knew me, because I was accompanied my sister everyday, masa pergi kerja, masa balik kerja. She can listen, I was talkin nonsense, I was laughin, I was singin, we're near. Used to be. Hurm. Takda rezki. Papepun syg, alfatihah and i always recite for you . AMin ~~