Pakcik Hassan

I know today is the first day or raya so I`m not gonna talk about it much because of a sad news i get a few minutes ago from my sis . We were besties , more like a brother . We play , we chill , we hangout , whatever it is we do it together . His Dad was awesome . He was a great guy although everyone thought that he is insane because he like to talked to himself . I always called him "Pakcik" cause I was trying to be courteous . And only today I find out his real name , Pakcik Hassan , and today only I find out that he passed away most likely during last year Hari Raya .

During our childhood time , for guys , most probably our loves for soccer was first came from our Dad who introduced the sport to us . But it wasn`t my Dad who coached me slowly , or play a mini-match with me at the void deck . It was Pakcik Hassan . First I learned how to kick the ball when we were playing a small with a group of friends including my bestfriend and my brother . After a few months , his Pakcik Hassan joined us . This is when I really take or play soccer seriously cause I really enjoying it and started to love it . Then after our game probably ends at 6 in the evening , he always give us an exact 10 bucks note to buy us all drinks . I still remembered those memories when we had coke together hanging out , chit-chatting till 6.30 and soon after we went home . We do this all weekends and I never fell sick of it .

I feel so useless now that he is gone . I just hoping to be a better person to make him proud . Yes I am feeling very sad right now , hell yeah I am . But I`m sure he probably won`t want to see me me sad like this during the first day of Hari Raya . For my muslim friends who is reading this , I really hope you could say some prayers like Al-Fateha for him . It`s just a small request from me . Thank you all .