Dropping my wedding invites at Alsagoff feels like I'm dropping bombs.
"Saya risau la tengok tarikh ni."
"Itulah, saya pun, cikgu."
"Cikgu faham kan kenapa kami risau?"
On another note
"Do you want your girls to proceed to semis or do you want them to lose at quarters so you can concentrate on your wedding preps?"
Them losing or winning isn't up to me to decide. If it's their rezeki it's theirs. But I won't purposely let them lose just for my sake. Never. Even if it means squeezing time to breathe.
"I expect more."