assalamualaikum wbt. :)
Years
before, there was a fine fair girl – my schoolmate. She was so independent that
made me green with envy. While the freshies were surviving the secondary life
style with friends, she made it alone. She went to school alone. And she sat in
a corner of the mosque alone. She looked tough enough for me. Whenever we had
events, she tried hard to have the front seat.
She impressed me a LOT!
Second year,
I was opted to be in AlQuran class, which is the same class as her. The first
day, I could see that she was not feeling good with my existence in that class.
One day,
coincidentally I found a diary on a table next to public phone. I looked around
but no one was there. Concerning that it was a PERSONAL DIARY, I decided to
keep it before anyone else found it and read it. ( bajet baik lah sangat )
In order to find out the owner of the
diary, I scrutinized the first page and I knew that it was hers. The naughty
side of me urged me to get a slight review from it. Suddenly I was stunted when
I realized that my name was there.
The next
day, during the recess time when there was no one in the class, I went to her
seat and put it in her bag.
It was years
ago, the moment when I know she hated me so much that she cried to the
counsellor and her naqibah. I could remember what she wrote :
I don’t know why I
cried and why I hate her, all I know is I can’t accept her to be my classmate
and I HATE HER SO MUCH !
Well, it was years ago, we end up being best friends by the way. :)
and the disappearance of the diary remain mysterious to her. :D
‘that moment..when you love someone that actually hate you’
arah . ^_^
