it wasn’t planned at all. just a day ago, i told haziq.
“aziqqqqqqqqqqqqqq, tau tak. aisya pindahhhhhhhhh.”
some random talk.

and he was surprised. “pindahh? ble? mane? ceh, tak gitau haziq pun.”

“bandar baru bangi. haha, dah lebih seminggu kot. alaaa, haziq yg tak on9. cane aisya nk gitau. nak call, takut haziq tgh klas. lagipun ade org tu ade gf baru, nanti karang gf haziq jeles. haha.”
“ala, aisya yg bz. keje. keje. ble tah nk blnje haziq ni.”
“alaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. haziq la blnje. aisya balik msia ni. :p msti haziq nk jumpe aisya. siape nk jumpe, die la kne blnje. haha.”

n yada yada yada. it was a nice chat. i think i’ve mentioned about him before. but, i just love telling old stories. old memories. *smiles* (uhuk. uhuk. terase cm org tua. haha.)

he was my classmate when i was in standard 5. it was amazing how we could be close. as you all may have known, i’ve skipped one year. and almost all the people in my batch are like, 1 year older. i wasn’t feeling comfortable yet. and i would call my classmates. “kakak” hahahaha. imagine me calling you guys “abang” and “kakak”. “kak mashi. kak mashi.” or “abg naqib. abg naqib.” HAHAHAHA. i can’t imagine calling you guys that, now. euw. :p well, but it shows how much i respect older people. :p

as for haziq, we love to “kejar-kejar”. haha. there was this one time when i actually chased haziq in and out the classes. even unknown classes. :p til there was this one teacher who said, “kejar. kejar. kawin karang.” haha, and i immediately stopped chasing him. and i remember how we used to tease each other. and play speed. guys, remember speed? :)) and all the dreams. ohgosh. good memories. haha. you’ll never understand me if you’re not one of us.

and as we grew older, i became the one closest to haziq. i don’t know how. probably it was the phone calls. and his friends. :)) he introduced me to his friends and they kept calling me every night. like, right after playing soccer. they’ll be passing the phone to one another. i couldn’t even say a thing. one person would say, “heyy, how are you.” and then, another would shout, “it’s my turn!” and then again, say, “how are you aisya.” and the list went on and on. i would just hear whatever thing they would say. they would be the one who would color my evenings. one of his friends who was actually my classmate in agama school “like” me. so, he’ll be like the one who would talk longer than the others. :)) and most of the time, he would be the one who would pay the public phone. (yes, they use public phone. :p)

the routine stops when we started class in high school. some still called. some still texted. and it was funny how one of his friends was actually in the same high school as i was. and then, just a few months later, they started the routine again because another person, the one who was in the same high school as i was, “like” me, too. :)) it was funny. every time a person “likes” me, 100s of them would call. ahha.

and i still remember a very huge kad raya given by them. :)) imagine, the kad raya actually had to be “lipat” in order to fit in my mailbox. it was triple the size of the normal kad raya. and these were all because of haziq, i got all the attentions. :)) so, even though we were already in different high school, we still contacted each other because of his friends. i wonder if things didn’t turn out dat way, would we still be in touch?

okay, i am now out of words.

so, just last two nights. haziq texted me, “aisya, can you give me your address?”
and i replied, “nah.. **, jalan */**. nk dtg ehhh.”
“mmm. klau nk drop by sekejap bole eh? sekejap jeeeeee.”
“alaaa. lame pun takpee. jom jom. tapi aisya tgh kt ofis ni. :(”
“oh, tgk la camne.”

so, i didn’t expect that he would come. but at around 8pm, he texted me and said that he was in seksyen 2. and i waited. and i waited. it was already 10pm. and he said, “haziq dtg skejap jee, jumpe aisya boleh tak? tapi dah malam. takpe ke? mm. tapi tak jumpe aisya lagi since aisya balik malaysia. tapi bile lagi nak jumpe.”

and i asked mama for her permission and since he’s already in seksyen 2, and ayah was still awake, permission granted.

so he came. and we talked. well, i didn’t talk much actually. :p i didn’t know what to talk about. so i remained silence. ayah and mama talked to him. haha, :p he stayed til 11 something and went home. he had a class at 8 am the next day. haha. i wonder if he actually woke up the next day. :p

side note : he’s my first friend who visited my new house.