“Erin, sabrina jatuh motor dkat dpan blok 33.”
Sort of. I ignored my lecturer and called my lil bro, Syafiq. I was surprised to know that my lil sister, Sabrina was on her way back home when I was calling. Syafiq told me that Sabrina had a severe tear on her cheek, elbow, and her left calf. I was angry at that time, so I ended up talking bad bout her. What nuisance she is, and sort of.
On Saturday, I went back home, completely forgotten about her accident. I was shocked to see her face with cottons and plasters. They covered almost half of her face. I wasn’t curious about the wounds actually, until when she opened that plasters.
My heart SANK.
I’ve never cared about her. I focused more on Syafiq and couldn’t be bothered on Sabrina. Looking at her injuries make my heart feeling like trampled into pieces. My mom told me that she wasn’t alone. She was riding the bike, and her two friends were riding pillion. One of her friends got hurt on the thigh and the other broke her little finger. But still, the worst happened to Sabrina.
I just couldn’t stop from blaming myself more.
