We don't talk much. But he understands me more than ma. Ya, my dad, abah.

He understands me even though we don't talk much. He rarely go shopping with me or talk with me that often. But he knows me well what I don't like and what I like and what I love. He really does.

He is quiet but he knows the right words to soothe me when I am worried, even when I don't tell him that I am worried of some things. OR probably i looked obviously worried?

I still remember the time when I received my SPM result. I cried so hard and he hugged me and his voice cracked and said, "Ey, it's okay. It's not that bad. I am proud of you. Remember that. Whatever it is, I am really proud of you" (I am on the verge of crying right now. Because I feel like I've disappointed my dad and ma) . He said the same thing even before I received the result.

Never he sighed when gets home work late because of the traffic jams.

He is my hero. My dad. My otousan.

There are a lot of things I want to write about you and there are a lot of things I want to express my feelings for you. I could go on and on and on and on but I will find the right time and think of the right words to put them here.

All you gotta know about him is, he is a true artist and a true hero.

thank you for everything.

thank you so much.

I love you, dad.