On the 20Th of Dec 08 on a Sunday that's the day when my family and i went back to Jakarta for two weeks. My dad booked a cab on that day as he has been doing for every time we're going to the airport. I gathered my things and double checked that i had everything i needed. I waited on the second floor watching TV with my brother and sister as my parents check around the house and see if some rooms are locked just to be safe. I wasn't in the mood to watch TV, but kept my eyes on the screen pretending to watch. I lay in the couch without a smile on my face and no sound to be heard. "I knew it would be the same as always, there was nothing new in Jakarta," as i was thinking i let out a heavy sigh. " Just think on the positive Amalia, at least your going somewhere instead of staying in KL". Just as i finished handling with my thought the van came as our family quickly rushed to the van and load the bag and we're ready to go, i think.
While I'm in Jakarta on the first day i was thinking "yeah-yeah.. the same old house, the same old bed." *sigh*. As week passed, it wasn't bad at all, it's nice meeting your cousins again. Before the day we we're going back to KL, i catch a terrible fever and didn't feel good at all.
It all happens when my cousin and his wife was driving my sister and i to the mall for a little shopping but it all went wrong. While we were looking in a shop, i suddenly don't feel to good. Headaches washed through me and i feel weak very weak, things came blurry then. "Ugh! i don't feel good i should tell my sister maybe i should need a rest" so i walked slowly over to my sister, i could feel the ground shaking a little, until i realized i was doing the shaking. I shook my sister shoulder and told her i wasn't feeling to well. Suddenly i realized that my aunt heard and came by my side and told me that we should go home.
Shocked went through me like when lightning shot through the sky, i just realized that tommorow we have a flight to catch and i don't want to hold my family back just because i was sick but then i don't want them to leave me either. The whole time that day my thoughts was swirling around in circles just thinking about that and hoping that i would get better.
The next day i did feel a LOT better but i was still feeling weaker than usual. I asked my mom if we are going back to KL today and the answer was yes! my eyes wider and my mouth dropped open. "I can't believe it, i don't know if i can, if i would passed out or something although i did feel a lot better than yesterday and that i could make it, the outcome looks good." As our cousins drove us to the airport, waiting for the plane and then this is it.
Finally back in KL, it feels good to be home although it is not our real home but we have live in it for 6 years so i could call it as our second home. But my sickness didn't end there, i feel worse and worse everyday so i had to go to the hospital. They had to take my blood samples but i wasn't afraid. We had to wait for a while for the result and then thats when it happen..
