Danial Jaafar 🇲🇾

Usai solat, dia meneguk air mineral di sebelah katilnya. Lagaknya seperti orang yang mahu betul-betul mabuk, biar lupa segala hal isu masalah duniawi. Diteguknya air itu laju-laju hingga bunyi deguk itu semakin kuat dengan setiap tegukan. Mungkin juga deguk itu diharapnya untuk menenggelamkan suaranya sendiri yang sedang meratap pilu. "Woii! Ingat kau turun bawah, tadi. Lama aku tunggu kat surau!" Wang, budak Muar memekik, dan sambil-sambil itu mengetuk pintu bilknya dengan kuat. "Sorry bro. Rasa lemau sikit badan ni." balas Lukman, perlahan. Wang sekadar mengangguk lemak, mengkontradiksi perlakuannya sebelum ini. Mungkin dia memahami apa Lukman lalui. Mungkin juga dia buntu. Atau boleh jadi dia sudah malas dan jelek dengan perangai teman rumahnya itu. Masakan tidak, cerita sudah dua bulan berlalu dan Lukman masih lagi di situ, harfiahnya. Tidak keluar rumah bersosial sekalipun. "Haa, ni aku ada bungkus tosai telur ko. Mana tau pagi ni ko nak cheat meal...

"I prefer the cold steel piercing my heart before my head decapitated, rather than picograms of arsenic in my iced tea. By the way, that is how I like my tea, iced." Panjang lebar Akmal menyatakan keinginannya itu kepada PB. PB, ya, ialah seorang yang akan menjalankan permintaan setiap pelanggannya. Perusahaan yang dijalankan PB ialah memastikan perjalanan pelanggannya seperti yang dipinta mereka. "You'd like it that I see you in your eyes as your life spirits away? Or would you rather not see anyone, any face in your last moment?" ",,,,Why do you think I came to you for all this, huh? " "Sorry, I don't need the reasons. I don't want your WHY, I just need your HOW. So, let's do this again, one more time, You want my face to be the last thing you see, or not? " "Fine. If I tell you I want it to be someone else, someone who's already dead, maybe, could you even pull that off? Huh??" "できます" ...

"You like me, then?" "No, it's not as simple as that." "Are you playing me? Calling me out to the park in this cold night? What if old lady Claudia saw us?- " "Let me finish. I don't just like you. In fact, I believe that phrase doesn't do justice to what I'm feeling. I have feelings for you." "......" "Sometimes, I feel like I'm being pulled towards you, as if you're my centre of gravitational point. I feel obliged to know your wherabouts. Have you settled down well at your new place with your grandma? Is there any broken lightbulb that needs to be changed? I worry for you. I'm scared for you too. That's why I just find myself caring for you. You think why would I be asking you everyday then? If you're okay whenever I see your sad posts on Tumblr? If you've eaten? If you've had enough sleep?" "And I'm even happy for you, even that means I won't be the o...

I think it's a blessing in disguise that my scheduled posts didn't auto-publish themselves. While figuring out things to do, I'll just do another post, random post. Yeah typical blog stuff; "My Trip to Timbuktu", "What I Did Over the Weekend with my Boyfriend", "Happy 25th Birthday, Me!"-kinda posts. It will be raya tomorrow. How time flies. Even with that knowledge, I still find myself not doing things that matter, things that are important to me. Well, at least that was how I felt the past few months. I can't emphasise enough how grateful I am to be blogging again. It's been part of me for the last 10 years and I really believe I should never abandon it. Quoting a friend, it's the only thing that I have been consistently doing. I'm not sure if I can say I'm good at it, because being good in blogging is pretty much equal to traffic to your blog LOL So, I just posted an unfinished work lol on words left unsaid. I got t...

There's something about unsaid words, kept hidden, away from the mind, locked and sealed for it shall lie, at deepest floor of the heart. Even at its dormant form, the most benign of all, words left unsaid are feared. They are volatile, fighting to be released. They beg, to be freed so they will reach to the intended destination. Little did the words know, they could have devastating effects. Those words may appear to be harmless, yet they are camouflaged madmen went berserk, who ran amok.

My flight is in less than 5 hours, so I decided to not go to sleep. So many things to do - laundry, packing (typical), work stuff and clean up. One thing I learned from Mak, when you'll be away from your home for quite some time, it is wiser to keep it clean and neat before leaving. It makes sense really. After a long trip and being away for a week ought to drain you. The last thing you want to do once you're home is to do laundry, clean up your bed for you to sleep comfortably. Though in all fairness, once you're dead tired you can fall asleep pretty much everywhere. So, I have already scheduled some of my works up on my blog. Those are works I made over the course of few months, end of last year till few weeks back. I still have no idea why I did not just write it up on Blogger but chose to do them all on Words. But it's all good. I guess it gave me the focus I needed to consistently write even at the cost of being nagged (sorta) by few of those who read my blog. T...