Dear husband..

It is about him, the man whom I loved the most. Even my dad goes to the 2nd place.

He is the man who is still strugling on his campus life then going home with a big smile and asking, “How’s ‘Aqilla at school today?”

Even he’s often texting his wife a couple minutes before his motorcycle arrive home just to ask, “Is ‘Aqilla still awake?” Sadly, his wife often answer with, “No, she has fall asleep since 2 hrs ago…” then his wife adds, “But she keeps aking about you before that” Those things ALWAYS makes him sneeking quietly inside the bedroom just to tucked her daughter in.

He, the man who has to go to campus on morning and do the buiness stuffs after, until the midnight comes. Yes, he is also the man who almost always forgot to bring the doorkey, making his wife has to stay all nite long waiting him to come home.

He is the man who never says ‘sorry’ to his wife for making her stayed up late, but he is also the man who brught home a pack of fried rice just to make sure that she got a decent reward for it.

He, the first man that ever introduce me to love and responsibility. Yes, he is also the very first man for his daughter.

Happy birthday, dear husband and father. Thank you for the love, the cherish, the movie-date the food, the clothes, the tv cable, the bicycle, the maid. Thanks for all the things that you gave to us without asking for ANY return at all. We pray that you will get into jannah directly at the end.

We love you till the moon, and back again! :’)
25 Oktober 2012,
Ami & ‘Aqilla