If tomorrow never come I

Kat kampung tu ari, banyak mende Mak Piah buat.
Ingat pas abis pilihanraya, Mak Piah planned nak gi bercuti dan menggatal.
Tah aaarrr..ati rasa tak sedap lak.
Biasanya Mak Piah balik kampung dalam 12 hari jek.
Jumpa keluarga, sikit lebih kurang, balik berpoya poya di KL.
Kali ni lain lak.
Tah aaarrr..ati rasa tak sedap lak.

Mak Piah ingat nak gi picnic la dengan ahlil keluarga sebab cuti hujung minggu sempena Good Friday/Easter Sunday.

So, plan tu ari, petang makan malam bersama dengan sepupu Mak Piah yang rambut rebonding sekeluarga.
Kendian akan merancang apa nak bawak masa gi pikenik tu.

Mak Piah gi la dengan anak sedara beli barang nak masak malam tu.
Pas beli gi anto kat umah pat nak masak.
Then apalagik...keluar la berpoya poya.

Time tengah berpoya, telefon bunyik.
My Kak Long called bagitau laki dia pengsan masa main badminton.
Lucky for us, the badminton court is just around the corner.
Bergegas lah kita dua orang ke sana.

But he was already lifeless.
No pulse no breathing, pupil dilated.
Mak Piah terus buat CPR.
Ambulance yang ditefon tak nyeyampai lagik.
Sesat barat gaknya.
So I decided to take him straight to hospital.
And continue CPR all the way.
In the back of my head, I already knew,but I do not pronounce anybody dead as I am not a certified medical person.
I am just a first aider.
Two, I am not going to be the one to break the news and my Kak Long's heart.

Dah sampai sepital, medical team continued to resuscitate him for the next 45mins.
Doctor pronounced him dead.
My Kak Long went histerical.
Phone calls made to everyone who knows my family.

We took my abang Long home.

And I took control of everything since takde adik beradik lain kat situ.