PROLOGUE
(Im)
I met her again, however this
second time was longer, and we actually sat and talked, well, discussed is a
better word, because we sat and discussed in a meeting held among others,
pertaining to our student society – the Medical Student Association. I came
fifteen minutes late, and as I entered into the room, the meeting already
started, and my course mates were sitting in a circle –because we don’t have a
round table so yeah- I found an empty seat next to my friend, Kam, and I sat,
and looked in front of me, and I saw that girl. And during the meeting, we
actually discussed together, I supported her points, and she supported mine, I
looked at her in a different perspective. A new perspective of her that I
somehow like.
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I would have done something the
next day, on Nad’s sake, but Am caught me on hold, he got injured during his
rugby practice, and he needed further treatment, which later caused him to have
20 stiches on his knee. Alhamdulillah he’s fine now, and he assured me by
saying “Go and solve your Nad’s problem. This is the first time I’ve seen you
cannot solve an equation. Nad is surely pretty tough one. Ha-ha” I threw at him
hard, a pillow, and if he hadn’t fallen injured, I would have done more, I
flinched when he laughed. But I can’t possibly do that when he doesn’t even
know the other side of Nad’s story. He said that because he thought I have a crush on Nad or
something. Which I, don’t. I realized that I’d been staring at the book too
long now. I grab my Blackberry, and start texting.
(Nad)
I had my headphones on and The
All American Rejects’ It Ends Tonight hit the play button. I was deeply
engaging myself with Jude by Kate Morgenroth, a very good read that I would
recommend to my peers. And as I got to the part where Jude is accused of
murdering his own father, I heard a loud crash downstairs, which caused me to
abruptly stand up from my bed and head towards the stairs. I heard a loud thump
sound this time, and as I peeked from above, I found out the crash was from the
glass vase, among the two of our only glass vase in this house, and the loud
thump was from the books that has already lain on the floor. There are lots of
books, our old textbooks, which we never bother to keep it nicely arranged, and
now they are strewn everywhere among the broken pieces of glass. I saw my
sister crying and sniffing and the one who caused all these, yelled at her,
asking why all of us could not keep the house in a good state; her voice is
full of rage. This is not the first time. I closed my eyes shut and try to
control my anger. Suddenly waves of the past memories hit me, and as I opened
my eyes, I was 12 again.
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“Is there anything wrong Miss
Lisa, because I’ve got Microbiology in less than 15 minutes. I haven’t performed
my Zuhr yet.” Impatient and apprehensiveness outgrew me. What’s with the look?
“That’s what I want you to tell me, Nadhia.” She walked out of her desk and crouches
in front of me, and patted my hand, as one might stroke a frightened
child. “My dear, there are laws
protecting children from parental abuse.” “E-Excuse me?” I was dumbfounded. The
counsellor offered an indulgent, all-knowing half-smile. “The bruises, on your
legs and arms have been reported Nadhia. You can tell me the truth, is anyone
hurting you at home?”
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