Pung Boko

My father's uncle, Pung Boko, has passed away. Innalillahi wainna ilaihi rajiuun. I used to call him "Nenek Boko". He was someone I knew since I was little. Our first encounter happened when my family worked in Kampung Iban, Merotai.

When my father was trusted by the landowners, Om Ola and Ah Chin, to manage and take care of their farm, we also stayed there. Therefore, we had access to various fruits such as cempedak, terap, salak, rambutan, guava, and etc. Nenek Boko always helped me pick these fruits so that I could taste their sweetness.

Wherever my parents worked, nenek Boko was always there. From Kampung Iban, Merotai Besar, to Table Estate, he would always accompany us. However, in 2010, when I was already in Makassar, nenek Boko returned to his hometown in Herlang, Bulukumba.

That was when I felt how much he journeyed when he was young and returned to his hometown when he was old. I felt sad seeing that. Moreover, before I visited the Semenanjung, I heard that nenek Boko's house burned down.

I always intended on meeting nenek Boko if I ever visited Herlang. He was someone who had a big influence on my life.

Unfortunately, that opportunity got delayed, and Allah decided to bring her home sooner. Farewell, nenek Boko. May Allah reward you for your kindness and bless the good example you set for us in this generation. Aamiin Ya Rabb.

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