This is a story of my dearest friend whom I called as my real “boyfriend”.
I’ve known him since I was 7. We were in a same primary school. He, was like the other boys grew up in a kampung – like me. Our school was rather small, 2 classes for each grade. So, we literally knew each other’s family & history. We had so much fun when we were kids. The fields was our ipad, the small jungle was our google. We took small van pack with kids to school everyday. Gosh…I miss those days. Back to my dearest friend.
I noticed his presence only when I was 8, where he was sitting in front of me. He was very small with cute face. He looked like a very good boy, the type who obeys their parents but not being spoiled. He was really quiet as far as I could remember…and very shy. He seldom talked to us. And he don’t even have close friend at that time (not yet). He wore this traditional black malay hat (songkok) everyday to school…in fact he’s the only one wearing that to school. My curiosity risen everyday about this one boy in front of me. But, I did not have the gut to talked to him. Maybe because he normally looking down or some where else instead of looking back at me. Or maybe he felt shy or intimated by the way am looking at him. Hahaha…maybe….till one day….when it’s all started.
We have one music teacher who was kind of scary (not to me…not really…). He loved to tease his students but in a very unique style. May I just say, we all scared of him. We hate Wednesdays because of the music class. Hahaha. But, the teacher was nice to me. He called me “kakak”, and loved to comb my hair. Hahahaha, weird…isn’t it? Apparently, this music teacher was also my adopted brother…hahahahahaha…in Malay…Abang Angkat….well…that will be a different story. Back to my friend….
So, on one fine Wednesday….my abang angkat walked around the class to check on our assignment…when he suddenly stopped next to him. With this scary voice, the teacher asked him something about his work. I can’t recall what it was all about, but the boy was trembling (who’s not?). A few minutes later, I felt something warm under my table….I looked down and I saw a small pool of water under the table and it came from the boy who sat in front of me. I looked at him, and to my suprised I saw tears in his eyes. That moment, at that very moment…I felt something deep inside my heart. A feeling that is hard to explain. I don’t feel bad for him, but I feel like I want to protect him. When the girl next to him scream telling the teacher that the boy’s urine bag had burst, little that I can do to help him. And little that I know, that this boy is special. Alhamdulillah, the teacher helped him to the toilet and I helped to wipe the floor… And Alhamdulillah, the boy managed to undergo for a surgery and soon after that, he was a normal boy…..He maybe turn to a normal boy…but to me, he is still the special one…….
To be continued….part 2.