I was given an assignment on english essay. This is the question ;
start your essay with," I HAVE NEVER MET ANY MAN QUITE LIKE HIM..."
so, basically i've been working my ass off to complete this assignment. so, there you go ;)
ps: ive exaggerated A LOT of facts to make this story sounds interesting. hahahaha, bie, thank you for lending me a hand by letting me write about you. this essay does not have anything to do with the living or the dead.
I AM NOTHING WITHOUT YOU.
I have never met any man quite like him. How we first met each other was more like enemy rather than friends. I was in the first grade, so was he. In the days back then, he liked to call names for me, not to mention teased, did pranks and of course he was the person that always got on my nerves. He was my number one enemy and I was sure we would never get along with each other.
There was this one incident that made me swore he would be a dead meat. I was a nominee of the Best Student Award. But then, he went to the headmaster and told lies to him saying that I haven’t completed my task as a nominee. As the result, I was rejected from being one of the nominees of the Best Student Award. I was frustrated as I worked day and night to complete my task. I worked harder the next following year and it really paid off. I was emerged as the winner for the Best Student Award of the year. Boy, I was satisfied to be able to prove him that I wasn’t a quitter or a failure.
Time has flown by. Everyone changed, we went our own ways. We were separated for a few years and coincidently bumped into each other in the year of 2008. Since then, we started seeing each other and became closer. We always hang out together and spent more time. We shared our laughters and tears, secrets and even our things. In short, we were like sisters and brothers. We had each other and that is the only thing that matters. Our bond got stronger each day and even the cyclones can’t break us. He was there when I looked behind, never fail to lend his shoulders when dark days were hard to be fought alone.
One summer evening, we took a walk along the beach, appreciating the breath taking scenery. The sunset made the evening seemed beautiful as never before. We were mesmerized by the evening magic that surrounded our atmosphere. The sound of the waves crashing down the shore felt like a sweet melody sang by the ocean. Suddenly, he broke the silence, grabbed my wrist and looked me in the eyes, “ Diyana, if ever the day comes when we are separated, and I forgot to apologize for all my wrongdoings, I will never forget to say thank you for giving me a chance to be with you,”. It was awkward for him to say such serious words. There was something wrong, I could feel it, but I threw away all the feelings and acted normally. We lay down in each other’s arm on the white soft sand and stared up to the sky. The wind felt like creamy silk blowing on our skin. How I wished I could stop the time.
I was so shocked to look at my watch. Oh my, it was nearly one o’clock in the morning. We both got to get back, fast! I tried to wake him up. A few times, and I shook harder. It was unusual for him to not be conscious for he was easily wakened up. I touched his forehead, hot, so hot it could melt the ice. His hands were cold, icy cold. Then only I realized there was something different from the last time I saw him. He was paler, thinner, and sore. Odd.
I rushed him to the nearest hospital and as soon as I arrived, the nurses got him into the Emergency Room. I waited with patience, and hoped it was just another normal fever. I waited, waited and waited. One of the nurses on duty invited me to grab a bite with her. I was too worried to even have appetite. After long hours, the doctor came to me, “Miss… Miss Diyana, if I’m not mistaken?” I nodded. “So, basically, you’re the only family he got here in UK?” I replied “Yes, I’m afraid so. Why? Is there anything wrong? He’s just having a normal fever, isn’t he?” The doctor sighed at first, and I sensed something was just wrong. With a hesitating look on his face, the doctor said, “He is diagnosed with last stage of cancer. And in a lot of cases I’ve handled before, one out of hundred managed to survive,” My tongue was glued and I fell hopelessly on the unwelcome floor. I broke down and buried my face in my hands. “Be optimistic on whatever God has decided. I know it is hard to face the fact, but as people always say, everything happens for a reason,” the doctor left me alone in the hallway, trying to figure out what was I to do. Eventually, I learned to face every day with faith for he will be needing me to fight not just physical, but also mental pain.
I have been a permanent visitor in the Intensive Care Unit since then. After my classes ended, the hospital was my next destination. I will come by day and home by night. One cheerful day, he asked me, “Diyana, aren’t you tired of visiting, cooking and looking after me? Don’t you feel miserable?” I giggled, “Never will I be tired of visiting, cooking and looking after you even if it is for the rest of my life and my life will be miserable if I were to live a day without you,” His face was lit up by a smile, “Thank you so much for always being there for me, even when the world has gone out. You never showed any anger or regrets for as long as I can remember you being by my side,” We laughed.
We cherished every moment we had with smiles and laughs. Right after the bell rang, I hurried to the hospital. I peeked through the small window on the door. He was resting on his bed. As each day passed, he was getting sicker and weaker caused by the chemotherapy treatment. I turned the knob on the door slowly, and tiptoed quietly, assuring not to wake him up. His eyelids were tightly closed, a little smile on his soft looking face. I sat next to his bed as usual, and I sang his favourite song, entitled, ‘Our Song’, composed by us, was beautifully made and it brought back all the sweet memories we spent together.
My thoughts faded away when I felt him touching my fingers. He looked at me as if there was something deep and painful behind those hazel eyes. He murmured, “We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give, and you, Diyana, were born to accompany me, and lessen the pain I had to endure. I have never and doubtless will ever find somebody like you. Noble and gentle. No matter what happens, remember that life is what we make, always has been, always will be,” It took my heart away to hear his wistful words. Tears were rolling down my rosy cheeks. He held my hand tightly to his chest. He was breathing hard. I closed my eyes avoiding him to see how hard it was for me to take this challenge. I prayed earnestly, begging God to lift his excruciating pain he was enduring.
I opened my puffy and swollen eyes and felt his grip was loosening. His breath was slower and sounded deeper. I cried out for the doctor. He was brought into the Operation Theatre. Throughout his surgery, I performed my prayers and let God did what was best for him. After waiting for almost 12 hours, the doctor came to me,” We had done everything we could to save his life. But God loved him more, “I was speechless and numb. My heart thumped so hard, it felt like crashing my chest. Part of me was taken away, forever. Part of life is learning, part of learning is loving and part of loving is to let go.
Today, it has been three years since he left me to continue the journey he started with me. The memory seems vivid and still fresh like it had just occurred yesterday. I keep moving on and promised to live my life to the fullest. Losing him is like losing part of my life but I always recalled him reminding me, “If you fall and crash into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of the pieces and start again,” I will always treasure you in my heart, Muhammad Biruni Mohd Najib.
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