Pocket...Sambungan dari last post : Diana I
...the empire become furious of his action just now,
it is so unwise for the boy to kick the ball showing
disrespect to the empire and most of all to Diana.
the empire then jumped down his throne
He walks ... briskly, fast somewhat like running,
He shouts dirty words so loud that pocket can hear
the curse word by word.
Diana, who was halfway from the court tried to stop
her father from becoming green,
tried to stop her father from killing someone.
Calling her father over and over again,
but the father didnt stop.
she could only sit on the grassy field.
hugging her own knee, crying.
the father kept walking
kick the boys butt.
punched him in the face,
slap everybody in the group.
shake the boys head by holding to their hair.
Throwing the kicker to the ground.
diana watched the incident sadly,
stands up and runs the other way.
she runs to our side. towards me and past me. way past me.
way to the other side of the field.
How embarased she was of her father.
i'd say what the father did was merely out of luv.
and a pinch of his short temper.
untill to this day i think i can still see
diana's tears shines from the evening sunlite.
her father's act of luv humiliated her.
I wonder... will my act of luv be conceived as a
humiliation to someone i luv.
its just like when mama comb my hair during
a parent-teacher day in front of all the crowd.
it was back in 1946 when i was still a standard 5
did felt shy a little, 'oh! u dont have to do it here mama..'
but i do felt differently when i've met some of me friend
who only have their uncle, or their grandma,
or simply the PIC at their rumah anak yatim to come to the function.
'comb me hair again mama' with my hand messing me own hair..heheheh
*Edited* Wanted to put the pic yesterday, but blogspot are having those days of lembab nak mampus so, had to finish this today instead