Abang Amy, Abang Hafiz, Abang Iki and me.
I followed them down the street one afternoon and I wonder now whether this vague memory of them asking me to go home instead is something that really happened or not. They let me follow anyway. We stood at the foot of a small hill, side by side.
"Aisyah nanti kitorang dah pegi sekolah, Aisyah balik rumah tau."
"Ok."
The van came by and they waved at me, saying goodbye very loudly over a racket of noisy school children. And they were smiling.
I went straight home. I supposed they were worried.
And that one particular memory is the only memory with them I've always remembered.
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