“Mom, how to answer this question? It’s really hard. I hate Mathematics,” my young teenage son approached me when I’m cooking for dinner and he always asks the same question. The same old statement I gave to my mother in those old days. ‘I hate Mathematics’. It’s been a while ago since I’m about his age. A childish little young brat. I’m more to fun and playful girl but with homework, laziness always conquered me. He always remind me of me when I was in school years ago.
“Hey book worm, reading about history again?
As if history can save your life,” my friends and I burst to laughter after I took Mira’s book out of her hand and pass to my friend. Watching her chasing her book back was an entertainment for us. “Give it back! ” yelled Mira who we called ‘book worm’. We love to disturb her when she was reading alone. It was fun.
Mira always got high marks in every test we’ve done. Actually, we were envy of her. She’s obviously smart, pretty and often got attention from everyone. I hate her. “Kringg! ” The bell rang. I was gasping for air and run as fast as I can before the prefects can see me.
Playing computer games with my father last night was absolutely great. No regret of it. As soon as I reached the school’s gate, I saw Mira who also a prefect. Mira showed her innocent smile to me which I really hate most.
She asked me why I’m late and I answered, “Why do you need to know, it’s better late than never”. I swoosh my long hair to her face. But she keeps on smiling. Our school principle watched us from behind and how could I didn’t realize of his presence. Now, I have to bear his babbling because of that silly thing I’ve done. Argh! I wish I didn’t come late but no use crying over spilt milk.
In the Biology class, the teacher gives us a task that we have to do in pairs. The teacher said “Two heads are better than one, isn’t it? ” and called the names in pairs one by one. All of a sudden, I felt like wanting to hit my head against the wall as soon as I heard my name and Mira’s were called and became a pair. I’m with Mira? NO! Until the very end of my life I will never cooperate with that horrible girl. Mira asked me “When we will do this task together? ” I replied without looking at her face “I don’t care. When do you want? ” “I don’t mind either. Maybe this evening?
I know it’s early but a stitch in time saves nine, doesn’t it? ” As if I care what she’s talking about. A few days later, we’re still doing our task together and I’ve become to know her a little bit. She had lost her father a year ago and it really shocked me. I can not imagine how I could live without my father. My father is the person that I love most. I’ve felt so guilty to her and was very sorry for what I’ve done to her all along. She said, “Its okay. Every cloud always has a silver lining. No matter what happen, he will always be in my heart”. It was a very unpredictable moment.
For the first time I doesn’t felt hate at her. In fact, I want to be her friend. After all, Mira is not bad as what I’ve thought. After that incident, we had become close friends. We often hanging out together, doing study group and even tell our secret to each other. She had changed me to be a better person. Because of her, my SPM result passes with flying colours and no more ‘I hate Mathematics’ now. Instead, I like doing problems solving. She always advice me when I’m so lazy to do my homework and she even help me to do my math. We had so much fun together.
I never thought the person that I hate most would be my best friend. She is one of the wonderful people I ever met. “Mom! Your chicken is burning. ” Suddenly, I saw smokes all over my house and the fire alarm start to ringing. Quickly I throw the pan in my sink and put the fire out. I really can’t stop laughing of this incident and I wish I could tell it to Mira. I wonder where she is now. “Mom, I still don’t get the answer to this question”. I almost forgot about my son’s math question. “When there’s a will, there’s a way, my little boy. Come, let me help you with it. You know son, I love Mathematics”.