Three words.
Assalamualaikum w.b.t. Alhamdulillah, I'm finally here. Where? Do you even need a clue? Okay, three words. CFS. 9 th floor. Alone. Not technically alone, but um, yeah, I'm alone here in 939 and the whole floor. Perhaps for five consequetive days. I heard noises but I'm pretty sure it was the workers'. This morning I woke up and found out my youngest brother, Danish Irfan (whom I called Irfan) had already woke up before me and even get himself in his school uniform. Ammi and abah are at Perak as if now and this morning because Syahmi (my second youngest brother whom I called Irsyad) will be registering at STAR. You can imagine how proud my dad was as his first son will be entering his old school. But it was pretty saddening to see Irfan alone at his first day of school. The night before, he was crying and he tried to hide it but of course I knew he was crying. So I really tried to make him happy this morning, as I won't be at home wh...