Sekejap tadi.
“Daddy, adik put me under the selimut and its getting hot under there. You see, if my body getting hot and I will demam. I might die, you know?”
“Yes, of course I know. But you not gonna die. I always take care of you and make sure nothing happen to you.”
Dia senyap sambil jari bermain-main dengan bucu lengan baju saya.
“Daddy, if mommy die, you can buy a new mommy right?”
“Technically, yes, I can.”
“If I die, can you buy a new me?”
“Nope I cannot. You are the one and only. I cannot buy a new you.”
“So, you love me daddy?”
“Of course. I love you so much.”
Saya tarik nafas panjang dan dia memeluk lengan saya sambil tersenyum.
“Ok daddy. If i die…”,
Saya terus potong cakap dia.
Saya kata dia sihat, mana boleh mati. Lagipun mommy dia baru sahaja mati, takkan dia nak mati jugak. Kesianlah daddy macam ni.
“But, you know what will happen if you die?” tanya saya.
“You will cry right daddy?” jawabnya sambil tersenyum.
Saya tak mampu nak membalas.
Walaupun saya yakin ianya tak akan berlaku namun terbayang juga sekiranya anak ini dipanggil Tuhan, apalah akan jadi kepada saya ini. Tidak tergambar perasaannya.
“Its ok daddy, if I die you baca Bismillah and pray for me ok?”
Saya peluk dia erat-erat.
Itulah Khaleef.
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