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Sunday, August 2, 2009
9:31 AM
Friday.Arif was down with the fever. But not fully. Yet. Luqman, he was all groggy, and was sitting beside me. After Friday prayers. Chatted with some of the sec4 students. Helped Abdullah aka Dolah buy his Student Leader uniform. Felt very healthy. Sec4 gone, I joined my dudes. Suddenly, it struck. Nausea. Check my temp, 37.7 deg. Bad sign. I had to go home. Irshad's temp, 38.5 deg. Bad sign. He must go home. Went home with Naufal. Reached home and took my temp again. 38 deg. That night, Siddik texted me, he was down with fever. Had some rest. Saturday. Arif texted me, he was having fever. Went to Polyclinic and took some medicine. Slept after Zuhur. Dreamt that I was on fire. I can feel the heat. Seriously. I think my temp that moment was already 40+ deg or smtg. That night, I asked my father to sapu my body with asam. Felt better. Sunday. Naufal was online. He told me he was beginning to feel feverish. So thats already...... Me, Irshad, Arif, Luqman, Siddik, Naufal, .....6? Who's the other one? Oh! Sufian. He was the one who pulled the trigger. Whenever we fall sick, it is for washing away our sins. Whenever we fall asleep, we'll never know wether will we wake up to see another day. But, when we open our eyes to see that we're still alive, there must be a purpose why we're not dead yet. The purpose is to be a better person. And the best of people is those who berTaqwa. Kn kn? :)) |