Another few hours more til my mom will fly to Madinah. :/ This is her fourth time she'll go Umrah. (um,sorry,bad english,ignore it). The first time, I came with her and my dad, too. The second time, only her. The third time, she and her friends, the fourth time, that is today, with her friends and her aunt, or for me, my cousin grandma? IDK.
Sigh. The first time she went alone, I was eight. I was sleeping with my dad. I held my dad's phone every day every night waiting for her call. Crying and crying. The second time, that was last year. She went with Munirah, my lesbian partner (joking :p)'s mum. I cried at the airport. I don't care. I know I was 12 years 6 months that time but I DON'T CARE. I couldn't stand my tears. And now. I cried every night because I love my mum so much. The woman who always manjakan me. 10 years being an anak bongsu, of course, so close with my mum. Dad supposed to come with her but he can't because he has a lotta meeting. Mum always bought good outfits for me. I hate when she talk about my crush :P (she knew who he is) but well, I love her. We laugh, we jokes, every thing. When I was younger, believe me or not, I was still sleeping with her until I was 10 or 9, I think. I'm not ashamed to say it. When I woke up, I'll see her, knowing that I won't lose her. Because once, yes, when I was younger, I had a dream that I lost her. That was my worst nightmare.
Okay, I'm crying. -,-
So. I have to be with my lil sister all the time. She'll miss my mum. I have to stand for three weeks. Three or two, I forgot. I hope only two. My math, I got B. My BI, I got B. She said "See? Look what happened to you when you play the laptop all the time." Well, I got 70%, mum, I'll increase my marks for you. Lowest BI marks because I hate English objectives. Sigh. My English got worst and worst. My Math, well, I think it increased. Just the damned subjective -,- . And Alhamdulillah I got an A for my KH. I guess I'll get only 1 A :/ . No, no, no. I'll wait for the mid year exam. I won't chase time, but time will chase me, I swear.
Mum. Mum. Mum. Another two hours to go to the airport. Another like 7 hours I think, my mum will fly. Well, not with wings of course. I'll get used to it, but I guess I can't. Even writing this blog with her in the same room still makes me cry. Mummy, doakan Najla...
Sorry, if my post annoys you or whatever. My blog, I don't give a damn. And sorry bad English. My English, I don't give a damn. Now shut up .
- NajlaNadhirah.
PS: I got 78% in Civic. Ugh, sikit lagi. Tulah INSANE lagi. Gelakkan abang lagi -,-
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