2 days ago…i got an sms around 7.00 am…but i didnt look it up…still busy at that time…a minutes later another ringing came from my hp, but this time was an incoming call…it’s yuce…

Sobbing…

Y:Kat, hav u read the sms???

K:Not yet, still busy ’round here…is it Ding’s ma?

Y:She’d passed the way this morning…

I was tougher than Yuce @ the time she called me…i even told her not to cry in front of Ding’s…Then,i opened the sms ding herself sent to me…it’s only a sentence…a sentence which suddenly reminisced all the memories of ding’s ma…the conversations i had with her, the way she talked, the way she walked, the way she laughed…

Suddenly, i felt my bones weren’t there anymore, my muscle shrinked from the place where they belong…so heavy to walk toward the telephone…i tried to call ding…

first ring…

second ring…

hang up…

I even haven’t finished saying hello…I have already heard ding’s crying from the other side…Then i cried with her…

I’m so ashamed to Yuce dat i encouraged her to be tough in front of ding…but me myself cannot hold my own tears…

well…Tinky, we’re always be here for you…