Bismillah.
Hajjar.
A girl who shared first name as mine -with double j.
I walked into the house, the first time ever I had set my foot on that house, with my heavy 30 kg light blue luggage. She greeted me from top stairs with a smile and, "Hi, Hajjar. Awak Wan kan?"
"Haah, ye, I Wan," I returned her smile, awkwardly shook her hand.
"You're a nice girl," from the outside, Yes.
Kak wa handed each of us a piece of paper and asked us to stick it to our back. After doing as instructed, we were asked to write our first impression of our housemates. I knew what I was going to receive, because I had been receiving the same ever since. Even yesterday at work, Wenda, my supervisor, she complimented me the same. "You are a nice girl," she said that morning that I was so happy to receive that from her. Not because I wanted to impress anyone at work but I had been feeling a bit left out in the first place due to my awkward social skill thus that compliment validated my existence at work -tho to only one person.
"Ayu, baik" she wrote that on my back.
After knowing each other for weeks, she changed her mind. Well, it's named first impression for a reason. Since I was the only one on the ground floor, I had always been visiting my friends on the first floor and Hajjar was one of my favourites. I just had to knock the door and she rarely refused the knock although she had work to do. We would either watching movie together or sharing any updates to each other and sometimes it was just me, watching her doing her coursework from her bed.
Receiving her affection and attention, many times I expressed my love to her.
"I love you, do you love me?" was a common expression coming out from my heart, to which she always responded it, "Iya," while scrolling her ig.
One day I told her that I would marry her if I could, she refused my proposal immediately. Too bad, I was no longer her ayu and baik girl that she could say no without hesitation.
"Perhaps a strict girl with firm standing."
That was my first impression of her. Hajjar rarely put a smile on her face and doesn't care to initiate small talks with strangers -that many times she complained to me how they drained her energy.
But I love how she managed her time, her responsibility and herself. I would say she is a successful independent person -financially, emotionally and physically. She knows really well how to take care of herself. Compared to me, she has a true pretty heart from inside. She is sincere in expressing her feelings.
On our last day, I fell asleep early due to exhaustion and had a sudden waking up at 2330 that I quickly reached out for my phone and called her. Immediately she came into my room and we had our last conversation that night before she had to leave an hour and half later. Those last warm hugs, I am grateful for them that I will remember those warm feelings I had whenever I was with you.
Thank you, I miss you baby.
Hajjar.
A girl who shared first name as mine -with double j.
I walked into the house, the first time ever I had set my foot on that house, with my heavy 30 kg light blue luggage. She greeted me from top stairs with a smile and, "Hi, Hajjar. Awak Wan kan?"
"Haah, ye, I Wan," I returned her smile, awkwardly shook her hand.
"You're a nice girl," from the outside, Yes.
Kak wa handed each of us a piece of paper and asked us to stick it to our back. After doing as instructed, we were asked to write our first impression of our housemates. I knew what I was going to receive, because I had been receiving the same ever since. Even yesterday at work, Wenda, my supervisor, she complimented me the same. "You are a nice girl," she said that morning that I was so happy to receive that from her. Not because I wanted to impress anyone at work but I had been feeling a bit left out in the first place due to my awkward social skill thus that compliment validated my existence at work -tho to only one person.
"Ayu, baik" she wrote that on my back.
After knowing each other for weeks, she changed her mind. Well, it's named first impression for a reason. Since I was the only one on the ground floor, I had always been visiting my friends on the first floor and Hajjar was one of my favourites. I just had to knock the door and she rarely refused the knock although she had work to do. We would either watching movie together or sharing any updates to each other and sometimes it was just me, watching her doing her coursework from her bed.
Receiving her affection and attention, many times I expressed my love to her.
"I love you, do you love me?" was a common expression coming out from my heart, to which she always responded it, "Iya," while scrolling her ig.
One day I told her that I would marry her if I could, she refused my proposal immediately. Too bad, I was no longer her ayu and baik girl that she could say no without hesitation.
"Perhaps a strict girl with firm standing."
That was my first impression of her. Hajjar rarely put a smile on her face and doesn't care to initiate small talks with strangers -that many times she complained to me how they drained her energy.
But I love how she managed her time, her responsibility and herself. I would say she is a successful independent person -financially, emotionally and physically. She knows really well how to take care of herself. Compared to me, she has a true pretty heart from inside. She is sincere in expressing her feelings.
On our last day, I fell asleep early due to exhaustion and had a sudden waking up at 2330 that I quickly reached out for my phone and called her. Immediately she came into my room and we had our last conversation that night before she had to leave an hour and half later. Those last warm hugs, I am grateful for them that I will remember those warm feelings I had whenever I was with you.
Thank you, I miss you baby.
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