have you ever had to let go of someone you'd been together for years, been there for you every the time you need em, being a good listener to every of your sighs, being a shoulder to cry on to every of your sobs, the one whom actually is your best friend?
then it must be hard. aite?
this goes the same to not just 'someone' but also 'something'. i am a person who likely appreciate everything people gave me, for it has its own value. a memory. you can find many old junks here in my trash room, ripped little notes, broken watch, broken snow ball, broken music box. almost everything. i don't feel throwing them away though they make my room's a store. more like a warehouse.
so when my mom bought a new car recently, and decided to sell off the Perdana we are using now, i don't quite much like the idea. the Perdana had been a good friend to us for almost a decade now. i still remember the first time Perdana came to us, Abah bought it couple of days after my 8th birthday. it was Maghrib kot that time, Abah drove Perdana back home. i was so excited that Abah said "kereta ni adik punya. happy birthday" and smiled. Abah said it's mine so shut up, brahh.
mom drove the car more than Abah. mom drove her to work. send me to school. pick me up from school. send me to play badminton with Abah. send me to the library (library? well hell yeah). send me to whereverfuck i wanna go. seriously, Perdana's a good girl, as i assumed her to be. so many occurences happened with Perdana. i remember we were on our way balik kampung at Perak, i was drinking water from a big size mineral bottle, angah imitated a song from the radio like hell funneh and i tersembur the water to along. damn, i miss those times.
Perdana never been into an accident. see i told you. she's a good car.
so to let her go is like letting go all the memories with her. almost like wiping away the raindrops on the mirror with the wipers. like sweeping away the muruku's leftover on the floor. like trowing away rubbish bag into dustbin. throwing away those memories is like throwing away almost half of my heart.
then it must be hard. aite?
this goes the same to not just 'someone' but also 'something'. i am a person who likely appreciate everything people gave me, for it has its own value. a memory. you can find many old junks here in my trash room, ripped little notes, broken watch, broken snow ball, broken music box. almost everything. i don't feel throwing them away though they make my room's a store. more like a warehouse.
so when my mom bought a new car recently, and decided to sell off the Perdana we are using now, i don't quite much like the idea. the Perdana had been a good friend to us for almost a decade now. i still remember the first time Perdana came to us, Abah bought it couple of days after my 8th birthday. it was Maghrib kot that time, Abah drove Perdana back home. i was so excited that Abah said "kereta ni adik punya. happy birthday" and smiled. Abah said it's mine so shut up, brahh.
mom drove the car more than Abah. mom drove her to work. send me to school. pick me up from school. send me to play badminton with Abah. send me to the library (library? well hell yeah). send me to whereverfuck i wanna go. seriously, Perdana's a good girl, as i assumed her to be. so many occurences happened with Perdana. i remember we were on our way balik kampung at Perak, i was drinking water from a big size mineral bottle, angah imitated a song from the radio like hell funneh and i tersembur the water to along. damn, i miss those times.
Perdana never been into an accident. see i told you. she's a good car.
so to let her go is like letting go all the memories with her. almost like wiping away the raindrops on the mirror with the wipers. like sweeping away the muruku's leftover on the floor. like trowing away rubbish bag into dustbin. throwing away those memories is like throwing away almost half of my heart.
seriously, i love you.
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