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    Write a story ending with my heart bleed and I cried

    Living in a serene village near the pristine sea was a real treasure for me as its tranquillity and refreshing

    atmosphere with a picturesque sea was a really perfect getaway whenever my head was on the verge

    with all of the schools works and pressures. Every day, my best friend, Razman and I would go to the

    sea to watch the sun sets as the invigorating coolness of the sea breeze caressed our skins. Ever since

    we were in the kindergartens, we had done the same thing. In the eye of the fishermen there, Razman

    and I are kindred spirits and our genuine camaraderie could never be separated by hooks or crooks.

    One day, I was feeling a little bit under the weather. My head was spinning and my body was

    soaking wet with perspirations. So, I decided to take a nap in order to recuperate my illness. Out of the

    blue, Razman came visiting me. He asked me to accompany him to the ice creams stall near the beach. I

    refused his tempting request almost instantly as my condition was not permissible. But, he kept beggingme and his constant chatter was really irascible that I thought my head was going to explode. I tried to

    control my temper but I failed. I shouted at him, Just go there by your own self and stop annoying me!

    Razman remained speechless upon hearing my yells.

    Sorry, I did not meant to disturb you. I promised that I will not do it again in the future, Razman

    said slowly. I felt guilty watching him cycling away from my house with a crestfallen face. Nevertheless,

    about one metre from my house Razman turned his dimpled face to look at me and I was at sixes and

    sevens when he gave me an unexplainable gaze. He smiled at me and I tried to smile at him back but my

    lips did not cooperate well with my mind causing me to stand there pokerfaced. So, I just retreated

    into my bed room and decided to wait until I am hale and hearty enough before I went to meet Razman

    and asked for his forgiveness. Quickly, I swallowed down two Paracetamols tablets before going to the

    bed. The clock was tinkling 11 a.m. by the time I dosed off into my own imaginary world of dream.

    I could see Razman lying unconscious on the white bed. His face was pale and his legs had been

    amputated. I tiptoed towards him. Suddenly, when I am near enough he woke up. He grabbed my shirts

    collar and shouted in a coarse voice which was very unlikely him You must pay for what had happened

    to me! I gaped for air and tried to struggle away from him but for a sick person that had just been outof comma, Razman was strong enough. I was lack of oxygen. I blinked my eyes rapidly and suddenly I

    woke up from the dreadful dream. It was only a dream, I whispered to myself as my heart was racing.

    My head was no longer aching and I could feel my bodys temperature had been back to normal. So, I

    quickly took a bath and dressed to meet Razman.

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    By the time I was on my bicycle, I could see people running and shouting. It was like something had

    chased them away from the beach. I heard the word Tsunami being pronounced loudly but I could not

    make any sense about its meaning. Then, I saw my mother. She was a hawker at a foods stall near the

    beach and she was running too. She recognized me at once, Run son! Run to the hill and saved your

    life! I stood rooted to the ground as my teachers words about what tsunami is echoed in my mind. I

    remembered Razman said he was going to the beach. I tried to search for his figure but he was not

    anywhere to be found. At the same time, my brothers were dragging me to the hill.

    My whole family was safe during that unexpected tragedy as we managed to climb the hill before

    the waves swept us. On the next day, the government had sent the Air Forces helicopter to bring us out

    to our momentary shelter. There, I went all nook and cranny to find Razman but my search had come to

    no end. Razmans mother was crying days and nights. His 5-year old sister was always asking me to bring

    back her Abang Man and tears were strolling down my cheeks upon seeing her as she resembled much

    of Razmans features. But, we did not have to wait long as three days after that, Razmans body

    returned without its life. My heart bleed and I cried.