and now, here comes more sad stories.
well, sekarang ini naizatul nazreen is not in a good term with her grandmother. well, idk.
tiba2 dia marah2. what did i do wrong? hmm, saya pun tak tahu.
actually i know why, being the eldest and first cucu does somehow bring a big effect in the family. u tend to get this high expectation from people around you. semua berharap kat si cucu ni. well, im not complaining. im super duper ok with it, but orang lain yang dengki yang membawa masalah. they just cannot see other people senang, they will start asking "where is your cucu?lama tak nampak?" and then they will go like this"anak si...... tu skrg ni dah kerja dah pandai berparty2, kuar dgn lelaki mana ntah.....bla bla bla." so a nenek being a nenek, teruslah terpoison akal fikiran dia, memikirkan yang anak cucu dia will do the same thing. being a paranoid i can say. and tak pasal2 aku kena marah, dia ckp jgn asek nak pergi party. PARTY mana niii?? for all i know, if balik lewat pun, i'll be at mamak EATING cheese naan for ged sake.
for me, the most disturbing thing is for being accused of doing something yang tak pernah dibuat pun. i never did anything yang memalukan nama family. i know how to jaga family's good name. but please dont accused me of doing something that i didnt do. sakit hati. karang if i buat betul2 tau laaaaaa.
i remembered one day my dad used to say this "kau ni dah pandai merayau eh, kau nak jadi apa? perempuan jalang?" and thatttt i tell you, im going to INGAT forever. it was your mistake dad. u were the one who forget to fetch me up after school. leaving me alone dkt skolah, tunggu macam org bodoh, with all the org gila walking around the street. it was 8 pm dad. 8pm! dah malam, and nasib baik i saw my tuition friend, HE WAS MY TUITION FRIEND. he sent me back home, and what did i get? PEREMPUAN JALANG. wth? so, from that incident, i hate people accusing me, saying this and that, padahal, i didnt do it.
im trying to give my best to all of you. but i need my own space as well. being a girl who had been raised up without a man called dad, is painful enough. i had to do all by myself. i DID everything SENDIRI.
please dont let me stay in this room mending the heartbreaking and thinking about all the humiliation in which i do not deserve.