what would you feel when you happily share a portion of your allowance to your abah and he questioned your pay as it was not par to your effort?

what would you feel when all your hardwork and coping up with stress and depression to graduate was questioned by your abah after he found out that he's not impressed with your soon-to-get-fresh-grad basic salary?

what would you feel when you know all along your abah's measurement of success is by the bucks stuffed in your bank accounts and not by the happiness in the eyes of God?

what would you do when you see after all these years of us sacrificing our time effort sweat tears and sometimes blood, even after loosing his kidneys, your abah never really change?

no,

you'd do nothing.
coz this time you know
it's out of your hands.