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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

I'm all worried now. Boyfy gave me a call this morning.

Boyfy:
Syg, I dpt rase this Friday I tk dpt balik. Kn last week I sakit, abey sape belum ambik NAPFA test kene balik Saturday mlm. Tapi belum confirm uh. Kwn I yg ckp.

Me:
Huh?! Rabak seh! Kn kite da plan nk klua this Saturday. Haiz. Abey nnti u klua Saturday mlm, on Sunday mlm jer u da kene book in balik. Wth sehh. Abey I tk dpt spend time ngn u. Pfft. U gi tanyer ur Sergant laah. U ni kalau da sembuh, tkpelah. Ni maseh saket. Abey aper? Tunggu smpi mayat u dpn muke drg, baru drg nk suroh u stop training? Bodoh siiak.

Boyfy:
Nnti I try k. U jgn sedih2 laah. U doa2 kn I dpt balik this Friday. Bye syg. Love you.


I'm all speechless. I'm not a cry baby, but I'm worried for him. He's sick for goodness sake! Atleast give him some time to cure first before he books in again. The training was damn tough; the toughest training among all compared to Police, Civil Defence, or normal Army. I'm told by a friend of mine that Army Infantry is for fit people. But then, Ayie is unfit. His fault for not stating his sickness in the form. And now, he have to face everything. Yes, he once tried to tell them but I'm still wondering why they do not believe him. He's serious.

Yes, I have to admit that he used to be very playful, but now, he's not. Eventhough the Sergants won't want to believe him, atleast have a heart to let him rest until he's fully recovered. I don't understand the government nowadays. This is not the way to torture him. Just stop it.

He sent his message to the wrong person but it makes me wanna cry reading it. And I'm still waiting for him to call me. It's 10pm (his lights off) but yet, he didn't called me at all. I'm dead worried now.

And now, all I can do is to pray hard and seek help from Allah. I hope you're okay in there sweetheart. Just abit more. I'm here for you. Bertahan lah sayang. :(





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