LOST

This story is based on true story of my life. It was raining outside and it is a cold night indeed. I have finished all my assignment and finally it is time to relax my mind. Suddenly, I remembered about my late best friend who had died three years ago. Even the tragic accident did happen long time ago, but the memory is still fresh in my mind.

His name is Mohd Azlan. Azlan and I have been a best friend since Form 1. We study at a same school and same class. We always do everything together such as playing rugby, fishing, doing homework and many more. Azlan is very good friend of mine. I never thought that Azlan will die in his young age. It is all started when Azlan and I agreed to watch over Pak Aliff’s orchard on that tragic night. Pak Aliff keep complaining that fruits from his orchard always been stolen. Trees are also been cut off by the trespasser. Pak Aliff was so piss off and willing to pay anyone who want to guard his orchard But the problem is, his orchard is located at the end of the village so it’s hard for him to find volunteers to watch his orchard. Azlan and I feel sorry for Pak Aliff and we volunteer to watch his orchard. Pak Aliff was so please that we agreed to help him. He gave RM20 each as a reward. We are so happy with the reward that Pak Aliff gave us. Pak Aliff also warns us that we must not be so arrogant and big mouth in the orchard to prevent any bad thing happen to us. We gave a smile to him and we tell him that we will drop by his house before we go to his orchard.

After Isyak, Azlan and I ride our own motorbike to Pak Aliff’s house. Pak Aliff gave us flashlight and reminds us to be careful. We thank Pak Aliff and off to his orchard. It takes 20 minutes to arrive to his orchard. As we get there, we saw 2 young teenagers that are also helping Pak Aliff. They have been guarding Pak Aliff’s orchard since evening. We change shift with them and they went back home. We stayed at small hut that Pak Aliff built in his orchard. It is not very comfortable but it is fine to us. We took out our food supply that we brought from home and have our dinner at the hut. We only agreed to guard Pak Aliff’s orchard until 2 am because we have to go to school tomorrow. After 2 am, there are 2 other teenager come to take over our job. We gave them our flashlight and off to home.

We have to ride our motorbike slowly because it is very dark road. Azlan rode behind me because his motorbike’s headlight is not working. Suddenly, as I concentrated on the road, I heard a very loud noise from behind. I quickly stopped my motorbike and look behind. My heart was almost dropped for what I’ve seen. My friend Azlan was being hit by a huge lorry. Azlan was thrown away in the huge sewer. His motorbike is totalled. His condition that time is very hopeless. His head burst and the worst part is, his thigh bone is come off his leg. Luckily, the lorry driver did help us to bring Azlan to the nearest hospital. I quickly called his parents to tell them about Azlan. His mother wa so shocked and cried on the spot. I tell them that Azlan is taken to Hospital Fatimah. Unfortunately, Azlan died before we arrived at the hospital. I was so sad because I had lost my best friend that time. The last word that Azlan told me is “Please tell my family that I loved them”. That is the last word that comes from his mouth before his last breath.

I suddenly woke up from my dream. My memory to Azlan will not fade. Every 29^th January, I will remember him because this is the date that my friend, Mohd Azlan bin Ghani died in an accident. This assignment that Miss Adlene gave us is really gave me inspiration to write about my late friend.