The Author

Her name is Aqilah Muhamad Azmi. Born on February 6th 1995 in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Currently joining the Faculty of Education and doing her foundation in TESL. Laws, politics and poetry are her major interests. Blunt with her words, carefree and open to learn.

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Couldn't love it more :) - Aqilah Azmi

He called me back and tried to explain things.

My side:

I waited for him to text or call me back. I was wondering why, but I acted cool. He must be busy. Then I received a call from him. I picked up , and his voice's shivering. It must be something, I can tell. I thought he must be injured or involved in an accident, anything that cost blood. I was freaking out. He asked me to promise him not to get angry if he tells me what had happened. Seriously, freaking out level: 999999. I can't promise him, of course. I felt my heart was about to drop.

Thennn, he told me this

"Amar pergi futsal tadi"

*lepas tu krik krik krik. dua dua diam*

"andd...?" I asked.

"Tu je lah, Amar takut Qila marah."

K serious aku rasa lega gila k. hahahahah. Ingat apaaaa lah tadi :| I won't be mad if you go for football and things, it's just that sometimes, risau kot. And malam ni ada futsal semi final. He hoped for a seat for final. Well anyway, I hope you win it, anything as long as it makes you happy. I won't stop you from doing something you like to do. Just, jangan injured, jangan accident NO NOTHING. And, menang k ;D

All the best :)