i felt like my heart stopped pumping
after i woke up from my sleep.
i could still remember the line in my dream.
"Aliah, sayangnya. kau seorang 7A's."
i was shocked, real shocked.
i felt like that was the end of my world.
i ran to my family, i burst into tears.
"I'm so sorry, ma.
I'm so sorry, ayah.
I can't make your dreams come true.
I'm so sorry.
I am really sorry.
I am really sorry."
sorry sorry sorry
that's the only word that can come out from my mouth.
i woke up, at 6.00.
it's time for subuh prayer.
i pray hard and
i am hoping that it will never come true.
in my mind now, i keep on thinking
about what will happen if i don't get what i want?
i will be real sad.
&& i will make my parents real sad.
&& i might disappoint my teachers.
i don't want it to happen.
but if that's my fate, i should accept it, no matter what, right?
i take what AMELIA said,
We're hoping for the best, but we need to prepare for the worst too. 100 % 8A's PMR. AMIN
HEY THE OUTSIDERS,
PRAY FOR ME :|