SamunKereta.

This morning,  my mom, she got back from sending my brother to school, pastu when she stopped the car before she tekan the remote of the gate, she saw a grey Waja like lalu. So okayla lalula sampai the end of the route. Then, the car u-turn and dropped a man. A very smart man wearing kemeja also in grey and slack with kasut hitam just like what boys usually wear on Mondays. Okay fine la, she wanted to tekan that remote, so she keluarkan her hand and that's the peak time where that bloody-shitty man rentap her hand, pushed her out from the car and flung.

Oh how i wish i could tell you what i feel right now. It's too sudden.
I was still sleeping then when my sister woke me up and said 'Mak jerit mintak tolong'
I jumped out from my bed, ha, amek kau berbaju tidur i went out of the house and see my mom crying at the end of the junction with few neighbours. I was like, 'Apa hal ni?' when my mom said someone, curi our car. Oh my. What the heck!

Few neighbours called me, one of them work as i-don't-know-what but she called the police since she works somewhere in the Pejabat Police then blablabla talked some more before took my bath and went to the Pejabat Polis, reporting and drawing the face of the penjenayah and such. and according to the police, that chinese man might carry a gun.

My dad is somewhere in Terengganu btw, attending some meetings. So there's only me, and baby. And my mom. And my just-got-back brother. He's angry. Very very angry.

My mom is not strong you know. She looks tough and sturdy but she's not, inside. she's as brittle as cookies.. We are like that. That is why i'm not even crying. Or weeping. Because I want to look strong. I told her we might get back her beloved car sooner or later so that she'll stop crying. I told her maybe Allah want to give us new car so that she'll laugh or at least smile. *Tapi tu pun macam tak menjadi sangat. She loves that car so much she doesn't even want to buy others when my dad offers her to, few months ago. I just pity her. She got luka luka and her hand macam tergeliat. Kesian my mom. Kesian her very very much. Nasib baik si baby tak ikut dia if not, i just can't think anymore.

I want to cry. I think i need to. But maybe later.
Semalam baru je i drive that car, today it's gone.

That's my dad and that's our car. 

p.s : Now, I'm weeping. Alone. I love that car too.

So sad, so,so sad.