"yeay, nak pegi maen paintball esok"
"kat mana?"
"melaka"
i had a short conversation with my brother on facebook that day. to begin with, i had an uneasy feeling about it. but, since he was happy that he'll be going, i believe it's ok because my parents must've given their permission.
*****
the phone suddenly rang when i was sleeping last night. i looked at the screen. it was mak long.
"syairah, mak long dengar syafiq jatuh, masuk hospital. macam mana dia sekarang? mak long telefon ibu dengan babah tadi, dua-dua tak dapat. mak long risau la"
(eh,weird.i didn't know anything about this. my parents must've told me if anything happened.)
"syairah tak tau la mak long, ibu tak de cakap pun"
"oh, syairah tak tau he? oh, tak pe lah, cuba telefon ibu tanya macam mana"
"ha, ok2, nanti syairah telefon"
*****
minutes later, i called Mother. after saying hello and a little chat, i straightly asked her what has happened. like i've expected, my brother went to Ayer Keroh under the school programme for the PMR students. he was doing the wall climbing when he fell to the ground. it was quite high and his head touches the ground first.
he's now stable and it seems like he's going to be ok. Mother said he'll be discharged by monday if everything is fine. but being a mother, she's worried because it involves the head. as any sensible daughter in the universe, i told her not to worry too much.
and my sister hasn't been told about this. her final exam starts next week. we don't want her worry so much and spoilt her exam.
the taller-than-me syafiq
