a plot twist

He's coming to work at Dengkil.

Of all places. 

Dengkil. 

Of all people. 

Him. 

You see, it could have been him. But no. 

It's him alright. 

Of all times. 

When I thought I had things figured out with him. Stable. 

Of all times. 

When I'm in such a vulnerable state with him. 
Facing this fukcing thing alone, without him. 

Dear Allah, is this a test for the three of us? 

No, not for one second am I questioning 

nor have I questioned your plan for me. 
Forgive me if I have. 

It's just 

Well 

Is it okay if I know why this is happening? 

I really would like to handle this properly.  

To be fair 

To him 

To him 

To me

And still have Your barakah and blessings.

Dear Allah, can all of this be possible? 

Because I honestly thought this only happens in movies 

where people make such ridiculous stories up and laugh about it. 

Let them smirk if they knew this part of my story. I can't. 

It's not ridiculous. It's really happening. 

And I'm nervous. 

Dear Allah, 

Benar. 

Jodoh itu sampai bila-bila pun rahsiaMu. 

Ada hikmah bais fail dua paper.
Allah brought him closer to us.
Ironi nya dia stay there longer.
All the best bais ♡
Allah is teaching you to become a better person, in academic and in life and in the life-after.
We miss you.

Come home.

"I didn't get an invitation. I'm hurt," he teased.

"Consider yourself invited. It's supposedly my party, so I should be able to ask who I want."

"Thanks," he said sarcastically, and his eyes slipping closed once more.

"I wish you could come," I said without any hope. "It would be more fun. For me, I mean."

"Sure, sure," he mumbled. "That would be ... very ... ... wise ..." His voice trailed off. A few seconds later, he was snoring.

Poor Jacob. I studied his dreaming face, and liked what I saw. While he slept, every trace of defensiveness and bitterness disappeared and suddenly he was the boy who had been my very best friend before all the werewolf nonsense had gotten in the way. He looked much younger. He looked like my Jacob.

Bella

Eclipse, The Twilight Saga.

Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets (2002)

dear hajar, make good choices.

"It's nice to understand, though. And I do understand your perspective, Bella, I truly do. But I'd like it very much if you'd try to consider mine."

I'd sobered up by then, so I nodded and struggled to keep the frown off my face. His liquid golden eyes turned hypnotic as they held mine.

"You see Bella, I was always that boy. In my world, I was already a man. I wasn't looking for love - no, I was too eager to be a soldier for that. But if I had found ..." Edward paused, cocking his head to the side. "I was going to say if I had found someone, but that won't do. If I had found you, there isn't a doubt in my mind how I would have proceeded. I was that boy, who would have - as soon as discovered that you were what I was looking for - gotten down on one knee and endeavored to secure your hand for eternity."

He smiled his crooked smile at me. I stared at him with my eyes frozen wide.

"Breathe, Bella," he reminded me, smiling.

Eclipse, The Twilight Saga.

Responsibility.

It is not a talent, it's a skill.
It is something you learn and practice. "Saya tak reti ni" does not exist.

It is a choice. If you don't feel like having one, you won't do much really. Living the day as it is, nothing is bothering you.

It is a choice. If you have one or some and you feel it's too much, you stop halfway. Hopefully no one catches you, or better yet let someone else take care of it.

Or, if you have one or some and you feel it's too much, you pause. 'Why is it wrong' or maybe 'Why is it too much?'. And very much soon, you see several solutions lying around you.

And all of these (possible) choices Allah yang letak. Kita pilih.

Dari situ datang takkan ubah nasib insan kalau ia sendiri tak ubah. Dari situ Allah hadiahkan skill kalau kita try.

Dah besar dah. So I'm looking at life differently.

... ... forever. You and me, every day.