ummi...
she's a friend of mine. we're not very close eventhough we used to be in the same class for a year during my school time. but you're still my friend. i know you. you know me. we're friend, eternally.
i don't know much about you. but i still remember we used to be in the same group for tadarrus. we're rarely talk. since there was a damn gap between hostel's and non-hostel's students. but there's a lot of things that i like most. you're pretty, soft-spoken, and kind-hearted. it may sound klise but it's the truth.
i've never see you after school time. and you didn't come during our batch's reunion last year. but i know your progress since i have my own facebook. i know you're soon a teacher-to-be. it suits you well ummi.
but now, it's almost a week since that accident. i don't know much about your progress. but i know you're still in comma. i can't imagine how suffer you are, lying on the bed with tubes, machines, and wires. you've done three operations with broke your right leg, damaged one of your kidneys.
i feel bad since i can't visit you now. we're far apart; i'm in selangor, you're in penang. but i will always pray the best for you. be strong ummi. i know it's tough. your father died in that accident. but everything happens for a reason.
siti ummirul syahirah, be strong, girl. get well soon. i love you, friend. daiman fi qolbi.
