hmmhhh.. just got back from my dance class. doing the Javanese traditional dance and AKU STACY song. gosh.. damn crazy. but i love it!
went to the class without bringing my cellphone, thank God that i do brought my keys. huhu.. after i've done, as i'm heading out from campus, there's my guy, staring at me. SHIT! what should i do? ok, i act cool. ignore him. (i'm still angry tho...)
HIM>> Rebung, dah makan? (this is his favourite question to ask me. PERLI la tuhhhh!!)
REBUNG>> dah. (keep walking, i don't want to see his face)
HIM>> makan apa? tunggu saya. (bossy!)
REBUNG>> **i stop and look at him**
HIM>> boleh kita pergi minum? (ha.. now u're acting so nice. eeeeee!!!!!)
REBUNG>> **not saying anything but i nod my head**
so we go to this mamak restaurant, he ordered teh tarik and roti telur, i had air kosong, (still in the mood of protest). he force me to eat, i refuse. he always bribes me with food, adorable face, songs. sick of it!! (erm.. okay, i kind of like it too. huhu)
after that, he sent me home. there's a bus stop in front of my house, he grab my hand and ask me to stay for a while. we sat. we talk. he asked me what happen and bla3.. i burst out. he say sorry. but i'm still mad.
REBUNG>> u know what i hate most when we're having discussion? we keep blaming each other. ther's no use. u're not going to change. i have no problem with ur family or what, it's ur attitude. sometimes u treating me like shit. did u realize that??
HIM>> i know, honey.... i'm too secure. i always think that no matter what i do, u'r not going away. i know u love me, i love u too. but sometimes, i just.. i forget. i'm sorry. i just want u to be here.
REBUNG>> tu la awak. saya tak faham. apa awak nak sebenarnya? saya penat la. saya betul2 benci awak. u hurt me so bad.
HIM>> u hurt me too honey.. dahla, tak nak la gaduh2. tak comel da budak besar saya ni. meh saya hantar depan rumah.
eeeee.. geram!!!!!! selalu macam ni. lari dari cari jalan penyelesaian. fed up.
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