a part of you

salam

today i went to school of a friend of mine. it was dark secluded and kinda creepy.

but the look on his face kept me going. i trusted him.

as he entered the gates, he parked and walked into the school compound. so confidently. like he owned the place. like it was his reign back then. like everyone knew him. and magically so, they do.

he showed me this and that.

"there's the guy's hostel"

"tu office ble aku penah kene panggil and kene tampar dgn Datuk"

"tu court ak slalu kene pumping"

"kat kebun tu tmpt dating"

we went into the canteen. he called out the mistress there. boy were they glad to meet him. like he was some highschool prince or something.they loved him.they even provided free dinner for us.

we went into the hall.there was some preparation or something. he started talking to a girl.turns out this girl, was in form 1 when he was on form 5.she still remembered him.they chatted for awhile.then cikgu liyana masuk.she looked sharp and strict. but nonetheless pretty and intelligent.

he told her i was his friend and he just came by to pay a visit.show me his school and stuff.he winked at her.she nooded as a reassurance that she understood.

we walked a couple of minutes, he showed me more of his school,talking all the time reminiscing the old days..

but he didnt like school that much back then.

hey you if ur reading this.

thank you for sharing a part of you with me.eventhough its a fragment of ur past that u dont favor much.i didnt know what to say back then cuz i was busy watching you.listening to ur stories.afraid of the dark.but the whole time, i noticed how u told me those stories.with flair and full of memories. and it made me understand that its a part of what made u today. and for that, i am grateful.