Tragic

8 months ago, I asked my best friend all the way from Cheras to come to Shah Alam. I want to tell her something. Its my bad instinct about Biawak Berbisa. Seems like he kept hiding something from me. I told her, --the woman who sponsored Biawak Berbisa business, never pick up my call. I called and messaged her 100 times, and I wonder why she reject and refuse to answer me, not even once.

My best friend try to called the woman. And surprisingly the woman finally pick up her phone. My best friend acted like someone who interested in business. She asked, where the exact location of; I would described as--- the woman undercover (Ramadhan Bazaar) with her "business partner', Biawak Berbisa.

The bazaar was located at luxurious and prestigous spot, somewhere in Kuala Lumpur.

It was first day of Ramadhan, and suddenly the woman messaged me; "Oh, you call me last night?"
Eventhough it was my best friend who talked to her last time but I bravely replied,"Yes, I call you so many times before. But you never answered or replied any of my calls and message. Thank you coz reply my message this time". I told her. I think she knew it was my idea.

"So you want to meet me is it?" She asked.

"Yes, as soon as possible if you dont mind", I told her.

"Okay, meet me tomorrow. I'll be at my shop at 10am", she told me.

"Okay. Oh, can i ask you... please don't tell him that I meet you", I asked her.

"Sure, he's one of a kind", she said.

"Thank you", I told her.

I'm nervous,

My heart beat fast and untruly

I couldn't sleep that night.

Tomorrow, the day --we arrived at the woman and Biawak Berbisa shop, at 7pm. As when we arrived, we wait at nearby restaurant until Isyak. We meet fashion expert, Bon Zainal Harun. He's a legend. He sit next to our table. He's alone and we talk. "Sometimes, we are the one who creates the problem. Maybe you need to sit down think back and relax. Take your time to think", he advice me. At 9pm, we walked to the shop. As when we saw Biawak Berbisa, we witness and hear something extraordinary, shocked and full of surprises. Yeah, we never get the chance to meet the woman because she gave me sudden excuses. "My husband is so sick. He need me. I couldn't stay at the shop until night today. I've got to go. Sorry", the woman text me via short message (sms).

It was unforgettable moment.
It was the day full of tragedy.
It was the day when

I'm tired of everything. 

The day of tragic event 

Fighting and crying. 

It was a tragedy. 

The day when I finally tell myself to stop.

The day of full of bombastic words came out from Biawak Berbiasa, 

"How dare he talked to you like that? How dare he says 'that' to you Dala? How could you not even crying Dala?!" My best friend expressed her tremendous anger. She couldnt believe what she saw and heard.

"Never mind. Let him go. He will get back someday. Im sure he will find me and look for me someday. Lets pray the best for him", I told her.

"I just couldn't believe my eyes and my ears. He could never take back what he did and say to you Dala!" My best friend really get pissed off.

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"Whoever make this girl cry.. Please make her stop, immidiately now!"