‘Soon I’ll place a new entry if I got story about food’, said buna to her fren.
But only for certain group
And I never really had a doubt
The taste is extremely sexy & hot
With the ayam kampong inside
We all had it with hot rice
And it’s written all over our face
That the soup really makes us amazed
But it’s not about food, kurung biru or em sen
It’s about mom, mak, mama or what u call them
The irreplaceable woman behind u all this time
The woman that u always against back then
Mak,
Although got wrinkles on your face
Although sometimes u act like a boss
But it’s really good to feel your embrace
And it’s awfull too when you hit us
Mak, there’s no replacement of your grace
And still, we all addicted to u feeding us
Timakaseh Mak
For everything we’ve shared
Minta ampun Mak
For the tears u shed
I Love u, Ina sume sayang Mak
Your love will stay with us forever
Syukur YA Allah
For this S-MAK ORIGIN!
p/s: My mom’s name: Syarifah Osman
Dear all, it’s such a hectic day
Since u go through with my poem
Let us take a little time and pray
For our chef, a.k.a our mom
"Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku, cucurilah rahmat dan kasihilah kepada kedua ibu bapaku seperti mereke mengasihi dan menyayangiku sewaktu aku kecil"Happy Mother’s Day to all mak in the world.
