Whenever November 15 approaches, I feel a twinge of remorse and guilt with some
considerable sadness, for it was on this date that I failed to remember the
birthday of my then beloved and best friend, Masitah.
We had been together since primary school. Our tastes and interests were
similar and we were as inseparable as twin peas in a pod.
On November 15, 2012, the eve of her birthday, we had our first and major
quarrel. She had gone to a friend's party without informing me. It happened to
be a Saturday and that party she had gone to was one I would kill for. To add
insult to injury, she knew the organiser and had been invited to bring along a
friend. "Why did she not invite me?" I kept brooding over it. Then the truth
dawned on me. She knew that I was interested in a cute guy called Kelvin who
was attending the party. There it was - the answer loud and clear - she did not
want any competition as she was also interested in that guy. How selfish of her!
I decided to have an "eye for an eye". The next day would be her birthday.
I decided not to attend her celebrations but to visit Singapore with my mum
The day of Masitah's birthday saw me in Singapore shopping happily with
my mum. However, halfway through my lunch, I regretted my decision of not
attending her birthday celebration. I knew that she was very sentimental
about her birthday Her mother had died in a tragic car accident on the day she
was celebrating her twelfth birthday. This was the day in which she would be
sad and moody. I always accompanied her on this day. Mine was the shoulder
on which she sobbed on whenever she remembered her mum.
There and then, I decided to terminate my visit to Singapore and return
to Johor Bahru. Mum was initially flustered and irritated on learning about
However, when I explained the situation, she was understanding as all good
mums are. We drove back to Johor Bahru but horror of horrors! There was a
massive jam at the Causeway.
Initially; I thought I would be held up by an hour. However, it was a good
two-hour wait before we reached the immigration checkpoint. At that point, I
realized to my horror that my bag containing my passport was missing. My heart
sank, but after I collected myself, I thought back and knew that, barring a
it must have been left at the restaurant in Singapore. We made a dash back there
and to our relief, the items were there. We received them gratefully from the
By this time, it was 5 p.m. Driving back to the Causeway, my spirits sank
again. The traffic jam was even worse than before. I knew that I would never
make it on time to invite Masitah to blow the candles on her birthday cake.
Having no next of kin, I was always the one who acted as her parents to
preside over her birthday party which she always celebrated without fail.
Mum offered me the use of her mobile phone to call Masitah, but it was to
no avail. We could not reach her as the phone line was perpetually busy. All
the while, I was feeling remorseful and sick at heart. What would she he feeling
at my absence and betrayal of our friendship? No doubt she had done me a
wrong the day before, but this was a major slight on my part which she would
Suffice it to say that I made it her party at 9.30 p.m. Belatedly, I handed
her the teddy bear which she had hinted she would like as a birthday present
from me. She seemed composed, thanked me graciously and then... totally
IGNORED me! How could she? After all the trouble and pains I took to reach
her place! But when I thought it over, I knew that she must have felt that I had
betrayed her. Moreover, she may have had no inkling
that the hurt I felt was so deep when I realized that she had not brought me to
the party the day before.
Till today, I have not been with Masitah again. My
attempts at contacting her and explaining to her have been rebuffed. It really
has been a case of " an eye for an eye".