"Dah Subuh?"
"Belum"
"Habis tu kenapa buka lampu?"
"Lapar"
"Sekarang?"
"Ha'a"
"Nak makan apa?"
"Spaghetti"
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"Nak lagi?"
"Abang tak nak makan?"
"Perut tak best"
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"Nak jalan mana pulak?"
"Jab je. Pleaseeee"
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"Eleh kita tahu abang menangkan exxx"
"Tu sebab tak boleh tidur, kan?"
"Entah"
"She’s a good woman. Young in spirit and age. Like any other relationship, we’ve had our ups and downs. I failed to communicate. We fought a lot. It got worse when I started comparing myself to that man. It made me feel dull and depressed. Things were hard on my side, while he seemed to get the easy way out. I don’t really want to talk about it—it makes me sad. I feel embarrassed for wanting something that I know isn’t easy to have. I keep thinking how lucky he is… how it must feel to be treated the way I’ve always wished for. The way she talks to him—soft, gentle, never angry, giving him full attention. She praises him like he’s everything…but rarely asks how I feel, how my day went, what I’m going through silently. But it’s not her fault. I failed to be the man I should’ve. I was so afraid of losing her that I ended up losing her. Tutup cerita"
"It really hurt you"
"Tak penting dah"
"Abang… is there anything I can do to help?"
"Jangan salah faham. Dia baik. Dia layan abang okey je sesuai dengan tempat abang. Mungkin abang yang harap lebih sebab dari kecik abang tak ada siapa. Mungkin sebab tu. Abang tak salahkan dia pun. Abang tahu semua yang jadi salah abang. Apa dia buat respons dari tindakan abang. Cuma otak abang…abang tak tahu macam mana nak shut down dari ingat benda-benda tu"
"Faham…"
"Boleh tidur dah?"
"Acam boleh"
"Jom solat dulu"
"Acam mengantuk ngat ngat"
"Kejab je lepas tu tidur la"
"Acam malas"
"Kata dulu nak jadi makmum setia"
"Tak baik tau ungkit. Ada ke kita cakap? Acam takde"
"Dah kenyang kena la solat. Orang Palestin lapar pun solat malam. Air pun tak ada"
"Dukung la"
"Habis solat sempat kot hehe"
"Tak sempat, kita ngantuk"
"Kisah pulak abang"
"Eeee jahattttt tiru kita"