The Value of Invitation

Last year.

Pojan stalked my window from his room.

Toot toot toot.

Hello Zaki, hang jaga ka? Jom Pak Lah, breakfast. Tema – baju tidoq.
Okeh, set!

It wasn’t only him. Lutfi and Haikal followed; of course they were in their pyjamas. I was the only junior among them.

We took breakfast while discussing a range of topics from our favorite foods to our plan after graduation. I put my ears to full volume to learn something from the discussions. Few times I interfered to ask questions. We left the coffee house with a beautiful memory, well… to me at least.


This year.

I took out the mobile phone.

Toot toot toot.

Danial, lapar? Jom Zuzanna!
Ok!

Nothing much during the dinner. Few topics discussed and not to mention few times I melatah and laughed by him. Fine~ :P

When we reached the campus, a friend of mine of the same batch asked Danial.

Danial, dari mana?
Zuzanna.
Dengan sapa?
Zaki.
Owh. Keluar dengan senior eh ko. Bagus bagus.

One: When the seniors have been nice to us when we were juniors the other day, we should be one also when we’ve become senior right? I think this is why life is said to be like a wheel, isn't it?

Two: I value invitation very much. See, it was just a simple breakfast at Pak Lah but yet I still remember it. Thanks seniors, and thanks also Kuantan!