It is his fierce face that we afraid of when our feet were dirty on one evening after playing with mud with some friends at the field.
It is his yell shaken our heart when we beaten our little brother for fighting his toys.
It is his fierce expression which terrified us whenever we think of stealing neighbors’ yummy yellow juicy mango hanging on the tree next to our house fence.
It is his mighty 'rotan' which hanging on the wall that reminded us that we should behave at all the times.
Somehow,
It is amazed when one day he tightly hugged us upon seeing the straight A's in the report card.
It is delighted when he patted us on our back when we triumphantly scored a home run for our school sofball team and won the championship.
It couldn’t be blessed to see his wide overjoyed smile for being so proud of us in the graduation day.
And most tender of all; when the most masculine figure in our life, who used to scold us when we were kids for being really naughty, cried on our solemnization.
He finally feels the sorrow of letting his little girl to someone else knowing that no body could protect his little girl as much as he does.
I know the feeling.
I know how it feels.
Even I never been loved, kissed or hugged by a figure called ‘Ayah’
But I know how much love can be poured by a father upon seeing how much love my husband dedicates towards my kids.
Nurture our father. They love us; the fight for us; they even die for us. Our tears is what they unbearable to see. Dear husband, thank you for being such a great DADA to our kids and opens up my eyes on the pure love you give them. I am blessed -nho
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