when the eyes met...

yesterday, i went home by motorcycle. five of us with 3 motorcycle. i was alone. fara and syakir got their teman. haha. how about my mr ken? whos gonna drive it home? i have asked mr zaiful ikhwan to drive it and he said " beres". so i have no worries la. we departed at 4pm. but i tried to call zaiful neither texted him. but to no avail. i was sure pnyer, mesti tdo!!.uhh instead of trying to wake him up, baek aku btolak dlu. so we just let him aside and continue our journey. along the road, my mind was no peace. keep thinking about my car. not him k!..(geram pum ade)..uh..how can i reach him? suddenly zasss... ha ayie. ok.try to text ayie and asked him to go to zaiful's room. didn't reply till called him. laa tdo upenye. urghh..5 minutes to reach home, zaiful texted " sorry, as. ttdo rr". sokay la. just drive my car as soon as possible. but later on, i think back if anything could happen uhh..."bw slow2 je la..be careful"..i just love my car ok. if something happen, sure i am dead. my dad would turn to a tiger.kah3. i was expecting question from my parents. then..dinggg..

adik, mano keto?

on the way..

inside, i just monologue with myself, zaiful please hurry. its getting dark now. almost 7pm. a few minutes later, my phone rang. "as, boo duk cabang 4 da ni". quickly, wore tudung and waited him. at that moment, my dad is going to mosque. he always break the fast there. then zaiful arrived.

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at last, they met. 

the end

opss not yet. rushing send him home