The dream.

alhamdulillah. it's been long and im glad to tell u guys i passed my final professional exam announced on 1st August just a month before. yeap. Dr nadwa aqeela waiting to be enslave by the upper hierarchy in soon-to-know government hospital, I supposed. anyhow, your utmost dua is encouraged and cherished. let's end it there. i don't to wish to talk about that. i go through my lappy and i found some random scratch written several weeks before study period, i guessed. you know, i'd always love to read lang leav piece of work. her words somehow strangely serene and kept lingering in my head for quite sometimes although most of it incorporate the theme of-love. cliche much? i love the fact that she brought me in to dive deeper in her sea of words, and indirectly having the same exquisite feeling or at least something like that. hence, this was made. i'm sorry if this is one crappy job, yeah i'm not a writer myself-i'm just wanted to write. tell me what you think if you read. does it somehow dragged you into the feeling i was when i wrote this? or something in between?

The Dream

I was at the room, I never knew where I was but everything seems familiar. Not long later, I have my own personal errand to finish, hence I left my things there – my laptop and whatnot on the table where I seated. And I was gone for good 1 to 2 hours, before returning back to the room. When I was on my way back, to the extent of my surprise, I saw his belongings – his turquoise checkered shirt, his bag and other things as well parked neatly on the chair in front of the room. My face lit up with undefined infinite hope knowing that if the time was just right and matched each other time zone, we could have meet each other eyes. So I sit back on the same spot I was at previously, waiting and hoping that by chance, I could set my eyes on the same face I’ve been seeing a long time ago. Just before the flare of my dream rises up, apparently and old man came, approaching me, seems reluctant initially but I greeted him with a warm smile. He told me I was not supposed to wait here, inside the room. Overwhelmingly, I packed my belongings as staying in the room was not an option for me anymore and as I walked my first step outside the room, I noticed his belongings were not there anymore – it was now in front of the table just across the room. At that particular moment, I knew that for sure he was here, somewhere around the room that if time could be just right and definite, our fate could intertwined, again. I turned left and right as I walked, taking the slowest step hoping that his head will popped up somewhere, appeared with the exquisite shining pair of eyes he have had, glistening in the darkness I shared.  But time was never on my favor anyway. And all this while, I live at that moment thinking that someday, somewhere on earth, it will eventually lead me back to him. At that time, I could sit at his favourite coffee shop, sipping a cup of warm latte while watching the down pouring rain through the transparent glass wall, talking how we have never be true with each other hearts since the very beginning. And until that time comes, I will still live at that excruciatingly painful but still a beautiful moment.

-nadwa aqeela-