Kelas Bersyukur; lesson 101.

I wanted to write (in details) about Bruno. But I wouldnt, never be able, find the right words to put in sentence to justify the nite.

So...something else. My rumet was in town for a few days, so us girls decided to kidnapp her for a few hours and hang out.

Us girls, plus little Maryam.



Subhanallah. 8 years ago, when we would celebrate birthdays with flour, eggs, soap water and murtabak cake, when we would enjoy the blackouts by the lake eating roti bom, when we all would gather in the TV room watching Ju-On and hugged each other, when we all did all those crazy things,

we never see this coming. it is so real. us, eating, under the beam light and the naked sky, with Maryam alternating in our hands.

I feel so old yet so blessed.

When we were about to leave, Magh asked me if she should bring the baby carrier. I said don't, because Maryam will have 5 pairs of hands to hold her thru the nite. I was right.

So the 5 of us, missing another 5, end up never wanted to go home. But of course, those days when we can simply forget the assigments piling up on our desks, those boring lectures and the boring classes, those tests, quizzes and FYPs; they are all gone. The clock striked 12 so Cinderellas are back home to reality, commitments, and adults lives.



If I shall die tomorrow, I am thankful that I lived long enough to have a taste of these.

I am happy; not too much, not too less, just the right amount.