Chequie,
I saved a newborn kitten who had a hard time enduring the hardships it faces (cheh!). Ya. It can't see, properly. Mum sent me down with a tissue box and a cup of water and I salvaged the abandoned kitty. Tears spilled down. It was such a painful sight. The kitty was really unpriveleged. The mom is nowhere to be seen.
Then my aunt called home. She has a job offer. So I rushed upstairs to her home. My granny was there. And then we talked about a job. The job is at the airport. I enlightened. But then the working hours are from 9 - 5. And requires prolong standing. I don't want. Therefore I refused.
I'm picky. Choosy. Eversince the bakery job, I was kinda 'traumatised'. I don't like the word, 'work'. It sends a shudder. I want to be a student for the rest of my life. I don't want work. Makan gaji.
TThen granny and I went back home. When we reached our level, I 'abandoned' granny cos I need to open the door. Then I thought she would catch up so I entered the house first. But then after 5 minutes, granny still haven't returned. I was worried. I thought she went to the mama shop or something, but it was a ridiculous thought cos granny don't go out at night. So I sent my brother and sister to put on their footwear to find granny, with me along. Bro went upstairs and shouted 'Nenekkk!'. I rushed upstairs. Granny just came out from the lift (Lift is 5th level, my home is 4th level.) She was like, panicking, cos she said I 'abandoned' her so she kept going downstairs until the 1st level, and when she realised that she was at the 1st floor, she went up again. I was practically laughing cos she was so cute. Then my bro was hugging my granny tightly and said, 'Nenek nii.. hilangg..' then I held my granny's arm and we went home. =)
This incident repeated twice. Yesterday my baby bro was lost. He nonchalantly went downstairs and then he got lost. Mom went hysterical and she was crying. Baby bro is only 2 years old. Then I ran out from the house with bro and sis. Then when I reached the first floor, bro was carrying baby bro, who was barefooted. When I reached home, Mom's eyes were red. When she saw baby bro, she was instantly relieved and scolded bro and sis for not closing the gate when they were on their way to my aunt's house. Baby bro didn't cry. I was told that baby bro went to the main carpark. That was friggin' far. Alhamdullilah, he was found.
How come this happened twice in a row? Is there any hikmah behind this? More like, am I going to lose someone I love...? Ya Allah, please do not take the people I love away from me.
Today's my 8th month anni.






















































