Last Saturday I visited Auckland Domain. It has been 2 months after my last visit there, and here I am again to attend a meeting organised by Malay community there. They called is as the orientaton day, something like that. But our mission there were just to get the free meal. Hahaha what a bad intention=) realising that there will be some game forst, it really dissapointed some of us since the meal we expect must be delay. "kriuk-kriuk" -->oops stomach is singing.
There are some faces I familiared with. One of them is my senior in SSP whike others are KMS acquintance. The game immidiately begin after we were divided into 4groups. But the last game is the most memorable game in my life. Aida and I became partner for the 'baling telur' competition. After 4 round, we're still playing the game. Now we are the only girl pair left. My hearts beating so fast and my mouth coldnt stop wishpeing Bismillah, hoping that we will qualified to the final. Now there are only 5 pairs, and it is our turn to throw and catch the egg. Aida throw it high, following the projectile motion theorem and I focussed on the egg to catch it. And yes I did it. The egg was successfully landed in my hand. But, Oh My God!! what is this smell?/and why does my shirt getting wet?? Ya Allah, the egg cracked in my hand. Oh No. I stepped a side and run to the back.
It shocked me when Zeti immediately came to me. Then others follow from the bag. There are about 6 persons around me. Each of them try to find tissue paper, in fact lots of tissue to clean me up. Then Fizah sponsored her water to remove the stain. Zeti and Ain cleaned my tudung and my shirt. Amni keep on passing the tissue. And few more looked at me with sympathy. I didnt realise that my friends do care about me. And they really do. It really touches me. It really does. I could feel the warmth of friendship now. Before this, I always feel that I am nobody to them and I am not important to them. No one of them I can really rely on. But I am totally wrong. Thank you Allah for their presence. Despite the eggs smell know become my perfume, I now smell the something much better than that. The warmth of friendship. Thank You Allah. Now I dont feel any regret for losing the game since I win on the other bigger game.
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