it's 2.27am

i was ironing my baju kurung for my school's replacement day when i remember this story.

i met Sofia at Terminal1, Seremban around 6pm last Friday.

janji nak jumpa and balik umah sama2.

ibu kata town jam. ibu x larat nk amik, so ibu sruh naik cab ngn sofia.

we took a cab, i sat next to the driver. sofia duk blakang.

so i layan the driver's questions on where we were from, study or da keje...

and, despite talking about how much he hates driving in the jam and all

he brought in the 'sabar in puasa' part.

"saya tau la sikit2 pasal ni" he said sengih2.

and we were reaching our house.

i looked at him.

"apa kata u puasa jugak. try la. satu hari."

and i prepared myself for a small chuckle from him, or maybe a smirk and "naahhh, penatla nak puasa. lagipun saya bawak kreta..."

ngehehehe... i wouldn't mind. he's an indian. a young indian.

he turned his head, and looked at me. 1,, 2,, seconds...

he looked back at the road. smiled.

"boleh"

my eyes terbeliak.

............................................................................

u know,

i don't know how far can his word be true. kemungkinan utk dia saje2 pun ada. maybe dia jaga hati.

but i know i like what i saw.

he smiled sincerely.

sincere enuf to me that if he doesn't fast like he said he would, i wouldn't be mad or frustrated. let alone be angry at him.

ok la. maybeee ade kecewa skitttt

but the fact that he had that small intention to fast like how other muslims are fasting, it would be a good and nice motivation for him in the coming weeks or even years, if it's not tomorrow.

i smiled.

maybe. that was what i hoped.

we paid him, said our thanks, grabbed our bags, and headed our door house.

"Assalamualaikummm"