This is my story. Bout me and my best friend.
I have a friend. A very old friend. Yeah, very ‘old’! hehe… A more than a good friend. I met her when I was in standard 1 at my most beloved school, Sekolah Rendah Islam Hira’, Klang. However, I never knew her until we were in the same class in standard 4. But at that time, I just knew her just as classmate and didn’t close with her. In standard 5, we were still in the same class. We started to be close after her birthday party at her house. And soon after that, we were friend. Problems occurred after I be friend with her. Her clique didn’t really like me for reason that I didn’t know and I didn’t really care. Early of standard 6, we had a big fought. Very big that made us stop talking to each other for few weeks or months. That was only some misunderstood between me, her, my friends, and her best friends. Funny, right?! Hehe…
And we were not really close after that…
The day of UPSR result came up. As expected, I didn’t get straight. Well, I hate science and it didn’t depress me so much. But my best friend got straight and I was happy for her.
It’s the time to say goodbye to SRIH and her. Well, I really thought that this will be the end of our friendship but I was totally wrong. We still keep in touch even we were studying in diff schools. She was at a boarding school and I was at daily school.
Now it’s 2005. I moved to a boarding school, SBP Integrasi Gombak and she went to SAM Bestari. Integomb was like a hell for me. My life there was miserable and lots of stressful. I cried most of the time. Most of the weekend that she went back home, I will call her and tell her everything that happened in my school. She’s the one that I can tell everything and I can lean on. She never tired giving me advices and supports. She gave me courage when I felt down or depressed. She inspired me to get what I got I my SPM.
After SPM, we spent time together. We really had a great moment with our friends. But time was really jealousy with us. She got PASUM and she succeeds in that place. She’s a four flat student. Very brilliant!
One of the first persons that appeared in my mind when I got scholar was her. She was very happy for me. Now I am here, in KMB. This place is also a disaster. Lots of depress and tensions. Most of the time I cried and she never tired and bored hearing my tears.
Now she’s about to finish her study at PASUM, and me still suffer in this hell. Within these times, she is the person that never gives up encouraging me to continue what I have started, besides my sister and my mum. Whenever I was demoralized, she cheered me up and gave me lots of inspiration taught. I owe her lots of things that cannot be paid. I don’t know how she can bear being my friend.
This is just a simple thought as a way to show how much I’m very thankful having her as my best friend. Thank you Allah for giving her and let me be her friend until now and hope till the day I meet YOU.
Magical Realism 