Saturday, 17 November 2012

the special one.

assalamualaikum. this is my essay, from my TRIAL MARA 2012 examination. i would like to share this English essay with you guys, who'd like to have some idea in developing your own story :)


The Special One.

I could not believe my eyes. There he was, standing in front of me while wearing a black French coat. He had a tight-faded jeans, exposing his great sense in fashion. I turned to Alia who stood beside me, trying to tell her that i was utterly shocked with his presence. However, Alia was too busy texting to someone and never did she realise that i was in a big surprise. I really wanted to tell Alia, my best friend, that he had come back, in a very different appearance, but unfortunately, I could not open my mouth even for one centimetre! He stared into my hazel eyes, trying to tell me that it was really him. My husband!

It was a scorching afternoon, so I decided to go to Starbucks Cafe located in a very prestigious shopping mall in Kuala Lumpur. I had no one to accompany me so I asked Alia out. After all, it was quite some time that I had not meet her as I was severely busy doing my job as an English lecturer in one of the top-rated universities in Malaysia. Alia did agree when I phoned her, so I headed to her apartment in Bangsar to fetch her. I was agog to meet Alia because I really wanted to tell her an utterly shocking news. My husband who left me for almost three years sent me a letter! A well-written letter with a very cursive handwriting. And the stamp outside the letter that safely reached my letterbox last two weeks showed that he posted the letter from America. Far from Malaysia. When Alia got into my black new car, I quickly told her the news. I could see her grinning face that she thought I was performing a joke. And literally, I was not! So I decided to calm down and continue our ride quietly. On the road, I gave Alia a silence treatment as a sign of my protest towards her action. I had nothing in my mind as the memory slowly rewinded in me.

I met Safwan when we were studying in a boarding school situated in Johor. I was in Form 4 and he was one-year older than me. He helped me a lot through my days in the boarding school as I had never lived in hostel before. He was the first person to say hi to me on my first day there. From that moment on, we were so close even though it brought juicy gossips among the seniors. After all, Safwan was a well-known student for his kindness and generosity. He always placed himself on top of the list whether in academic or sports. After Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia, he went to pursue his dream of becoming an engineer in one of the engineering universities funded by PETRONAS, a giant oil and gas company. The whole year before I sat for my Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia went without his presence. For the next two years after that, I waited patiently for him to contact me back. And that was the moment when I was diagnosed with a kind of disease after going through a very chronic joint pain and swollen limbs. After a few medical appointments and tests, it was proven positively that I suffered Systemic Lupus Erythematosus (SLE). The disease was rarely heard among the public. Since then, the state hospital had been my 'favourite' spot to spend my time reading novels while waiting for the doctors. For every medical test that I had to do during my monthly appointments, there would be a doctor who was assigned to carry on blood tests on me. There was once that my blood was tested for 17 different specialised medical laboratories.

Since that, I could not walk for a long time, I hardly could do the house chores and sometimes I had to experience chronic headache. I finished my studies soon after that and went back to Terengganu, my hometown. It was more relaxing to live there rather than facing the hustle and bustle of Kuala Lumpur everyday. Everything went fine when one day, while I was having a great time watching an idyllic panorama of the white-sand beach in front of my mother's house, she informed me that I was about to get married. I was shocked! I did not know anything and yes, everything was a complete blur to me. I did not know why my mother decided on such a momentous decision, but in my condition of health, it was my view that nobody would sacrifice his life to be spent with an ailing person, which happened to be me! I guessed, no man would want to marry me. Ever.

Nevertheless, my mother told me that she had found a suitable man for me. He had proposed me and my mother agreed without any hesitation! I wondered why but to be obedient, I had to marry a stranger, with a name of Safwan! The same name with my best friend from my boarding school life, a few years before. the marriage turned out to be more shocking when I finally realised that it was really him, my best friend! Safwan had come back into my life and believe it or not, he became my husband. I was delighted to marry him as he was really caring towards my needs and health. The first year of our marriage really turned me to be a spoilt princess at home.However, a year after my wedding with Safwan, he rarely got home as early as before. I noticed his changes from the way he treated me. He became more hot-tempered and that was when I finally realised that he had fully changed. Safwan was not acting like the way he should.

One fine morning, Alia told me to go to her house. I was reluctant at first, knowing that I had to drive on my own since Safwan was not home. On my way to Alia's house, I saw Safwan with a very beautiful lady who dressed in red blouse. She was a picture of perfection, with a pink blushing cheek and hour-glass body, no wonder she easily could catch my husband's attention for free! I drove nearer to the pedestrian lane where my car accelerated. I could catch a glimpse of Safwan, who seemed to realise that I was in the car, watching him cheating at my back. I drove for Alia's house and the world looked as it was turning upside-down for me. He came up a few times, trying to talk to me. i refused to listen to his explanation but to be honest, I still loved him the most. That was a very regretting decision I had ever made. One fine morning, I went home and Safwan had gone!

The letter really changed my mind. I was flabbergasted with his presence, among the crowd. I was sure he was coming back to my life and yes, I had forgive him. I smiled and nodded my head quickly, ignoring rain of tears down my cheek. Three years of waiting and he was there, walking towards me with a bouquet of red roses in his hands.

The end.

Fyi, i've added a few of new sentences in the essay. and i hope you guys yang sudi baca my essay, which kena improve a looooot lagi, would post your comments in Facebook or in this pink blog. hihi. you know, it was nice to write this essay, based on my life story, and using the important names in my life.

Alia is really my best friend, and Safwan is someone who is so special in my life. Thanks to both of you for giving me such this idea to write my essay, which was given markah terbaik in my own pencapaian for English subject.

Thank you :)

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