Once I want go back home...

Actually, this story had happened three days ago. But, I'm quite buzy printing my assignment, so I take a long time before getting a really free time to post thi entry. Last Sunday, I went to Pak Talib house as his house was having a wedding event. His house are not so far from my house, so my mother and I were walking to the house. The meals there are quite simple and emm...sorry to say, it doesn't taste amazing but it is only plane. However, alhamdulillah .I'm still eating it. *kenyang jugak  After finishing our meals, we decided to go back home. As usual, my mother went to the mother of bride and shaking hands as well as me. Then, we walked back to our house. All of the sudden, the road are block with  quite a lot of motorcycle and in a shock, I'm suddenly saw someone. He is riding a motorcycle and finding a place to park his motorcycle. What the surprise? He is my senior. Not just a senior. He is my special senior who I posted a lot of story about him in the past post. How shocked am I at that time. But I was controlling myself as my mother was there too. Oh my....I don't even wonder that I can see him again after the last school day. I hope... I can meet him again after that although he never wish it too. HetuHetu