That historical evening, people saw my tears gushing and streaming down my cheeks profusely. I have never cried so bad after my late grandma passed away. The pain that I felt at that moment could not be described. The joy too was overwhelming. Everything that has taken place within the past 6 years flashed vividly in my mind.
After few goodbyes exchanges, photo-taking, hugs and kisses, with stomach full with 2 nasi lemak and 2 pieces of fried chicken, courtesy from beloved Ms. Sha, I made my move and Dylan accompanied me. Soon after we reached a T-junction, we parted.
I wish him good night and at the very last syllable, I was trembling and shaking uncontrollably. I was sobbing and crying again because I have not gotten one mission accomplished. Such a defeat is unacceptable. When I finally became acceptance of what has happened, I managed to take a hold of myself and inhaling a really, really deep breath to invite calm and peace into my wrecked soul.
Right at this moment, I am hoping for the best for everyone.