"Tak ada bagi salam and tiba-tiba terus duduk.....?", daddy menegur aku.
"Maafkan Q, daddy...Assamualaikum.......", aku lantas bangun dan bersalam lalu mencium tangan daddy. I hugged him.
"Waalaikumsalam....hah, macam tu lah anak daddy....", and he kissed me on the cheek. "Kenapa pagi-pagi lagi nak jumpa daddy? Tak boleh datang rumah? Macam anak orang lain.....?", he asked.
"Daddy, Q stress sangat after what happened last night. I can't sleep. I did not go back home last night.....", I explained.
"What!? You did not go back home? Where did you stay? Hotel? Why didn't you come to the house, Q?", daddy asked.
"Tak nak lah Q.....abang Ngah ada kat umah.....Q tak suka dia....", I responded as I walked back to the plush sofa. I took a seat.
"Q nak discussed sikit dengan daddy tentang masa depan Q. If you are serious with me heading the HR Division, Q nak belajar selok belok architecture juga.
"I like your spirit.....why not. Daddy tak akan halang kalau Q nak sambung belajar lagi.....in the meantime we can find a temporary replacement until you complete your studies....", he replied. "Where do you want to study? Australia? UK?", he continued.
"Istanbul, Turkey." I replied in short. I waited for his respond.
"Dad....., I want to work and study at the same time. I want to experience architecture....., live and living in it....you get what I mean...?", I described my feelings.
"You are serious? Sounds like you are running away.....is that what it is?", as he bombarded me questions after questions.
"Tak cukup ke 5 tahun dulu tinggal di US? Now nak pergi Turkey? Berapa tahun nak larikan diri? Your home is Malaysia.....sayang. You tak kesian ke mommy and daddy? We are getting old, you know....", he continued.
"Jangan cakap macam tu daddy. Q sayang both of you....I just want to go where architecture is so surreal. At the same time mengembara around Europe. Nak kerja sambal belajar to gain more experience. Of course Q akan balik for Malaysia for short visits or both you and mommy can always come to stay with me.", aku cuba convince him.
Daddy mengeluh. He walk straight to the leather sofa and sat down. "What about your plan to get married? That guy you you're crazy about in Bali. What happened?", he asked.
I sat opposite of him and shrugged my shoulders. "Entahlah....Q rasa, Q bukan calon terbaik untuk dia. Lately ni macam we are so distance....", I confessed.
"Both of you discussed about the future....?", daddy wants affirmation.
"No, not exactly....I.....I just know he thinks I'm immature....he said it...but not to me directly....I overheard him saying that....", I explained.
"Tak baik assume saja.....asked him properly. Where is this relationship heading. Kalau dia pun tak sure and you are not ready, don't force yourselves to accept each other. Faham...? Fikir masak-masak....", nasihat daddy.
That day I left daddy's office feeling a little bit relief. Relief that I can accept the fact that I can move on if things are not meant between Imran and myself. I feel energetic to get the chance again to pursue my study abroad and work at the same time. I smiled deep in my heart.....
Soon as I stepped on the car, I fasten my seat belt. I took out my mobile phone and dialed Imran's number.
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"Sorry the number you have dial is not in service." , said the auto reply recorder.
What!? Not in service? Aku mencuba lagi dan lagi but with the same result. Did he changed his number? Or did he discontunued the number? I am confused. Perhaps I should go to his place an confront him face to face. Itu pun kalau dia ada rumah. Mungkin Mak Jah ada....she would know what's been going on with Imran....Yes, I should do that......
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