Which was a VERY bad thing.
Masa called Mak nak bagitau, macam Ya Allah beratnya hatii. Baru last two months I called her telling that I lost my phone. Kali nieh?
She cried. I cried too.
I told her I was very sorry. I am disappointed with myself. Very very. I take things too lightly because I don't like being so serious. But somehow my eagerness in searching for fun turns out to something bad.
Being a Fazra is very hard. You forget things, you say things at wrong timings, you fall easily, you langgar things and you lost your laptop.
*sigh
It's not kehilangan of the laptop yang buat sedih melampau, but the look of disappointment I'll get from both my parents. That look. You know? I've disappointed too much people.
Too. Much. People.