so we have to bertolak awal just because of him.
and then the next day would probably just be us waiting around sampai dier habis kerja, before we can really go anywhere.
what’s the point in going early if i cannot uruskan my unfinished business?
aku ni takde life ke?
aku dgar ckp dier because i am raised this way- must show respect to people older than you. have to listen. have to swallow and live. have to deal with ugly and awkward situations on my own because no one can really be trusted to have your back
unless it’s in one of those sick perverted ways yada yada yada..
like he said: flight aku mlm supaye senang for him, after sending me in the evening then people can just go back and rehat (no need to worry about traffic, congestion, breakfast, lunch, and so on), 8.30 mlm dh msuk tempat berlepas, tak nmpak muke dh.
he talks like i’m a chore.
a job to be done.
a task to be finished.
and sometimes. like i’m a property he’s investing in. (must make money. must get high-paying job. must have massive savings).
most of the time, i just go along with it.
just bear with the whole set-up.
sometimes i get tired.
especially when i have like 3 days before i have to go away and i have to leave home earlier than i should just because of him.
i refuse to feel this feeling inside me
sometimes he makes me feel like this place is just a temporary home
but even then, i feel like anywhere else wouldn’t be as home as this place that i’ve known as my home
where i’m heading towards, would be a temporary place too
isn’t everything all like this
nothing in this world is permanent.
the closest anyone gets to forever,
would be just a place where your heart calls shelter.
’cause a halfway house can never be a home
at night she whispers to her baby girl
someday we’ll find our place here in this world
this is our temporary home, it’s not where we belong
windows and rooms that we’re passing through
this is just a stop on the way to where we’re going
i’m not afraid because i know, this is my temporary home