The day I can’t forget.. (part 2)

On our way to the village, both of us did not talked much as we just kept silent. I could see a look of stress and worry on my brother's face. I knew that he knew something that I didn't know. But, what was it? My mind started to think wildly. What was the worst thing that could had happened. Did my dad have to undergo an operation or something? I was always trying to avoid thinking that my dad had somehow passed away. The 90 minutes ride felt like eternity. The fact that I was always wondering what it felt like to lose a loved one scared the hell out of me. It’s like the time had come for the moment of truth. 

Finally we arrived at my village. We dropped by the petrol station to fuel up the gas and refresh ourselves after the long journey. Unexpectedly, we met our uncle at that petrol station. He was wearing Malay’s traditional clothes, ‘baju Melayu’ and a ‘songkok’. My brother greeted him. My uncle was surprised to see us there. Then my brother quickly asked my uncle the question that I had hoped he had never asked on that day, ‘what had happened to my dad?’.

( to be continued )