A friend passed away yesterday.
He was my polytechnic buddy, a housemate when we were in the 4th quarter of 1st semester and continues till the 2nd. I remember that me and my other friend was the only one in that house that is not from Kelantan. There were 7 of us in the house and out of that, 5 are Kelantanese, me from Penang and my friend from Johor. But we get along fine, matter of fact it was a fun and great place to be staying. One little problem though, we were supposed to be studying but instead we were having fun. Most Kelantanese students know us very well.
No.73, Persiaran Sari 5....if i remember correctly. That was the address. No that close when going to classes but it was convenient enough to go to Pasar Malam and the shops and "benteng" aka food court. Back than it was just an open field with few stalls at the parking lot. The food was cheap and eatable. Hang out, lepak - lepak on weekend @ even weekdays especially during exam week.
The neighbour was great, got this little indian boy who use to come and play infront of the house, the teacher's trainee..most of them girl were generous enough to cook and offer us their cooking sometimes. I remember we (by we i mean my housemates) usually sits outside infront of the crossroads and watched people.
By the 3rd semester we got separated, he was forced to repeat a semester along with the rest of my 30 friends which they have to make a separate class on their own. And through that year, people start growing apart due to different schedules, other commitment and basically that's just life. The only thing that keeps it together was the memories.
Manage to meet Ramli several time in Pasir Gudang whilest I was there for several occasion since he is station at the shipyard. But lucky enough I manage to visit him when he was in the ICU last week..funny how I thought at that time he will be discharged and go back to work in a couple of days. God has his plan. Wrong predicament huh? When I saw him, he looked weak, I make some jokes since I don't like the silence. He laughs.
He was not that close to me, but its weird to hear the news when he passed away...something stirs inside. Its like one of the things you take for granted. I guess this is what we have to face in becoming the person who remembers those who have crossed out path and leave an imprint in our thoughts and heart.
All that I can give is Al-Fatihah and hope that he will have a peaceful afterlife. Amin.
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