Nurul's Convocation

The family started out at 10.30 am on Monday, the 27th of August 2007 to KL. Upon reaching UPM, I dropped off Nurul at her former hostel to be with her friends while the rest of the family and I went on to Setiawangsa to put up at my sister's place. ASamad will be coming on shortly, on his own, from Malacca. AJikram couldn't make it due to work. We reached Setiawangsa at about 3.30 pm.
At about 6 pm, I received news that Pak Andak has passed away in Mersing. Regretfully, I could not be in Mersing to pay my last respects to him. I phoned Awang, my cousin to convey my condolences and to inform him that I could not make it.
On Tuesday 28th of August 2007, we set out for UPM at 8.30 am for Nurul's Convocation. After encountering a minor jam at MRR2. we finally reached UPM at about 9.00 am. The place was already packed with people. I had, at first, planned not to go into the convocation hall because I will be stiff all over but after some considerations, I changed my mind. I went in with the missus and we waited and watched our daughter, Nurul Syuhadah received her scroll for her Bachelor of Accountancy degree. It was a satisfying and momentous ocassion. I am very thankful to Allah swt for making this to happen.
After the 7th session is over. we took pictures (the usual thing). Then we went to the Bukit Expo to relax and to find something to eat. While sitting there minding my own business, I heard someone approached me. Then we met. a stranger to me although not so strange to my daughter. His name is Mohamad Thasdiqi and he was all smiles, trying very hard to make a good impression to me. while fumbling that often. making him the more nervous.
WE struck up a conversation or a rather awkward conversation for him. I can't help but notice how he fumbles for speeches, prepared responses that he may had practised over and over, just for the occasion. I kept wondering how he had to prepare himself for this occasion.
In his anxiety to meet to my expectations, he had, a couple of times, given me the wrong responses to my questions.
After a while, I have had enough, pitying him and to try to avoid him from making a fool of himself, I made a move to go back home. We exchange pleasantries while he walked us to the car. I could see the relief on his face.
When we started off back, we had a hilarious discussion over what has transpired. We sent ASamad, the hero of Kg Morten, back to Malacca and went back to Bandar Tenggara. We reached home at 5.30 pm. Boy, what a day!