it was a sunday morning.
and i was eating my breakfast at a cafe. and it rained heavily. when i finished eating, i walked out and took my umbrella.suddenly somebody tapped my shoulder.i turned around and saw.... him! it was him. really him. i was so shocked and i thought of he might be somebody else. but not. i stepped front and started to say : hi. he replied with a smile on the face.i thought he was not around in malaysia. why did he came back? is he here to find me,to disturb us or even to kill us? i still remember the last day i meet him. he was covered with rain water and he knocked on my grandma's door. i opened it and shouted. he grab me and say: it was happening. it will never end. i stood i horror and turned to my room. i sat there on the chair at the spot right infront of the window which was facing the swimming pool. my tears was flowing down from my eyes when i saw, him jumped down from the window. i screamed and ran outside. i called my grandma . she was so shocked and she died of heart attack. i sat there. right there and took my hand phone to call the ambulance. it arrived. sent one to the motuary and one to the hospital. i called my mother. she rushed to the hospital and asked me what haa happened. i showed a sad face and sat down at the hospital chair at 9:15 a.m. in the morning. the hospital was so busy as i watched the doctors and nurses running across me and around me. i grabbed the phone and called my aunt. i said in a low and sloa voice: "the day i meet him i knew he was going to die today. but i didn't stop him instead i let him to do it. i hope you can come here to listen to me and the story i knew." she rushed here and grabbed me. she screamed at me. i looked at her. her eyes was as red as blood. she hardly cried her eyes out. i shaked her and hold her.i did not say a thing to her until..... until the doctor stepped out and say he was.... alive!!!!!!! i can't belive it. but after that incident, my aunt was afraid that he will do the same thing again so she tranferred him to new york. later my aunt and uncle quarreled and they divorced. nothing. not a thing can keep them together now even my cousin sister natasha. the beloved one.later that afternoon when the flight was off i remember it was it was 11th october 2007, 2:30 p.m and i dind't attend the farewell. i sat at home and watched the clouds. at the same day on 7:30p.m i watched the news. a plane was crashed on that time. i called my aunt's handphone but it was no reply. i called my uncle's it was the same. i was so shocked and i sat there at 7:35p.m. the reporter said there was not a single person in the plane. all passenger's were dead mostly some ran out covered with fire or burnt.i thought it was the last i saw them but..... until today. i meet and talked to him. but my aunt and uncle was not around. they might be...... i can't belive that he was alive and standing infront of me. i was speechless. i turned and walked off. he ran towards me and stopped me. i almost gave out a scream but i did not. he gave me a paper with writting: i will not talk but i will remember the day that it happened. as i was safe rescued by two men. i thought of coming back but i continued at new york. i came back today to find you, them and others. i will be leaving soon. pls find me. and his signature. i called him to ask was does this means but the walked off waving to me. i.... was not going to say a thing but i smiled and walked off not asking a thing. because i know what he mean and wnated to say. thank you. if you see this page pls let me know. we will look for you.
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