Today is already the 3rd day since i left paris on friday. I don't know why but it seemed weird actually. Perhaps it is due to my new existance or a new environment. Okay,others might be guessing why do i get myself out of paris since i have everything there. All the accessories that have connection with wealth. To tell the truth,i do enjoy the wealth given to me however,i cannot find the love and touch of a family in that house. It may seemed weird why do i say like this but it is true. They said,they treated me just like a daughter to them but why are they ignoring me? They said they want to take care of me sincerely,but why does my granduncle always bring back the past? I hate my granduncle attitude at times as he is those type of person that forgive AND WILL NEVER FORGET.. Therefore,i can say that until today,he could never forget my mistake and my past towards him. Whereas, my grandaunt,she always talk without thinking twice. She thinks that her words were never sharp that it wounded not only my heart but my "wannabe" step mum too. Why must she always be so arrogant? Just like her husband? In the very first place now,i am still wondering to why is it so difficult for them as a couple to let me in back to my dada? Why must they continue criticise my dada? So what if he is yet to get married?
Well,i cannot comment much on it by the way. All i can say is that my life are set by Allah and no one can write my path for me unless i myself change it. Still, i have yet to let my other family knows of my whereabout. If can i just do not want them to know. However,i am still disappointed with my beloved uncle, biawak who is now tag team with my granduncle and grandaunt. He should be glad that i am free of their clutches instead he pissed me off in just a flash. Now i am still waiting for all the truth to be out. Let what other might think of me because i know that i have my own responsibility to discipline myself to be a one successful and a useful person.
***My path can only be right when i'm walking straight with full of confident in me***
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