Yesterday afternoon, I was poked by 'him'. I could hear 'his' voice. I woke up almost instantly. I opened my eyes, realizing that he has gone to work for more than an hour ago. My heart beat fast. I looked around. Who actually poked me just now? My 2 little kids were sleeping soundly. I saw my eldest in front of the lappie. I asked her whether she was the one who poked me. She denied. My heart beat even faster.
I picked up the phone and rang him. There was no coverage. I pretend to be calm but I failed. I rang again. Still, there was no coverage. I prayed and asked for the best from Him. After a while, I rang him again. He answered. Alhamdulillah, at least could listen to his voice though he was in a midst of something.
I sit down and thought back of 'the experience' I went through. Why did it happen the way it was? Did Someone tried to tell me something? Oh Dear... I was scared thinking of the worst situation. I remember story about similar experience by him. It made me really worried.
Filling myself with prayer, I waited till evening. I rang him again. He was on the way back. Alhamdulillah, I could still listen to his voice. I looked at the clock. The time seem to move like a snail. When it reached 4, I rang him agaim. He was nearby. Alhamdulillah. But, my nervousness didn't stop until I saw him. When I heard ding! dong! on the door, I felt relief... at least for the moment.
He stood by the door. Though I showed no smile on my lips, I thank to Allah for his safe journey back home. I silently prayed for many others (also all) safe journey for him, where ever he will be. Dear God, if you wanna take him or them, please take me before. I couldn't imagine myself without him or them. You're the Most benefient and merciful. Ameen...
Note to the readers:
I don't expect anyone to understand the above coz' it is meant for me, myself and I. No one else. Comments are welcome but I appreciate for no question ask. Thank you.