Nyanpi, Me-chan, Moe-chan, Me-chan no okasan, (gila hang boleh ingat lagi nama depa ni) were on bicycles, paddling fast. You followed behind clueless to where we were heading to.
It was a beautiful autumn.
Passed the concrete structures you slowly entered the realm quiet entrance of the shrine. The path was defined by the arrangement of huge trees bearing their red autumn leaves.
A sudden serenity entered your soul.
It is true what they said, eyes are the door to one's soul.
We climbed the stairs that led us to a big bell hung up the shrine ceiling. They held the huge rope, asking you to join in.
Together we rang the bell. And you watched them prayed. Okasan whispered to you in japanese,
"I pray you get the best husband."
the 12-years-old you looked at her perplexed. She winked and smiled softly.
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Balik tu bagitau Ummi pi sembahyang kat tepekong jepun. Dan dan tang tu gak dia suruh mengucap balik depan dia.
Leaving the 12-year-old Huda terdetik soalan dalam otak, sudah murtad kah aku? lol
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