Satu hari di hari Easter..if I were to survey all the houses around Sommerstown, I might have found dedicated mothers preparing Hot Cross Bun for Easter today. Hudsoners girls macam biasa, tabah menghadapi kekejaman dunia dengan lambakan kerja. Kadang-kadang mood swing, kemalasan and kerajinan emerged interchangeably. Around 6 pm we our weekly usrah started. Fifi as the chairperson covered tafsir al-Alaq. As the first session was about to end, we were shocked by an undesirable call from Vdaa
"Korang usrah ke? tolong datang ke rmh V, bawak Yasiin.cepat!!"
That moment was worst, because we were not explained clearly on why there was a yasiin recitation session. Could it be somebody died or nearly or..nauzubillah. Kitorang pon terus bergegas ke King street with 1001 questions longing to be answered. Sakit jantung Tuhan je tahu. Me Tazi Ipi Fifi madly walked to that house. As soon as we arrived there, I sensed that everything appeared to be calm, I looked around at every corner. Dapur..checked Loung checked here and there checked. Looks fine. But wait, look at her housemate's teary eyes! OK something wrong is happening. What is it?? Tell me...!
"Rumah kitorang ada something. Semua orang da bgthu experience masing2. V nampak ada 'something' ketuk tingkap, kena hempap, nampak bayangan budak perempuan" That word..'something' that I was pretty sure it had burst forth everybody in the four walls who heard it. I pretended to be steady and firm padahal
Ya Allah Ya Allah, rasa nak tumbang. How could it possibly be, bilik V tingkap 2 kot..anak jiran mana yg nak mengetuk tingkap tu?? ah sudahhh
Everybody looked at each others' faces, back and forth..eyes were flickering..
ok penat dah..sambung type dissertation jap :P
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