It because my older sisters said... You must have a car.
I just, oh ok.
...
Keluarkan my money, give it to my ayah.
I said, beli myvi satu. I want the silver color.
And when it's ready...
I dapat one day mc off, go back to Johor dalam demam-demam.
Signed those papers. And i asked them to sent the car to my parents house. And that evening balik semula ke KL.
So, there you go.
I give you my car.
Because i have my motorcycle.
Senang dan mudah.
Which I'm happy with it.
Under care of my parents, i just paid monthly. And any services needed.
Which they can used it to visit grandchildren or to mall, hospital appointment. Etc. Etc.
Like a bad mother am i,sebab tinggalkan my baby under atok nenek dia. Dan bayar bulan-bulan tanpa ada rasa nak menjenggah or what.
Huishhh...
Which I nak marah pon tak rasa nak marah.
Sebab I donno how to marah orang.
And it's end there.
Even she had her own car.
She said my car more convinced than her nissan.
My mirror cracked bit.
By batu-batu kecil di jalanan.
My number plat tertanggal.
Luckily she repaired sikit.
As long as i seen my car still a car.
A car still a car.
And it's mine.
Pahala berpanjangan tuh sebab daripada tak digunakan.
At least why not bagi pada orang yang memerlukan, kan?
Alhamdulillah.
Hokey.
= )