Yesterday, I had a lunch with her at KP. While we wanted to cross the road, she held my hand. I was so speechless at it. Honestly, I felt a bit strange and awkward when she held my hand. Probably because it was the first time someone held me like that. But at the same time, I felt so happy because it gave me a feeling as if someone is protecting me. Even it looked like as if I’m a child though. Hehehe…

For the past few days, I felt a bit uneasy thus I message her. I just need someone to hold and hug me tightly so that my uneasiness went away. The only one whom I could think of was her. Actually, each time I message her, I would feel guilty because I’m afraid that I’ll burden her. But I have no way to turn to except her. So, the only thing I could do to repay her kindness is to pray that Allah will reward her and bless her and her family. Amin…

After lunch, we prayed solat Zohor together. I wanted her to be an imam since she is older and I respect her a lot, but she refused. I wonder how it feel if she is an imam since my m** had never been an imam to me too. Ish…, next time I’ll make sure that she will be an imam.

After the prayer, she hugged me. I felt so grateful and relieved. During that time, without I noticed, the uneasines was not there anymore. It had slowly faded away starting from the time she held my hand and as the time passed through.

p/s: Okasan…, arigatogozaimasu (for the lunch and for the time) =)