Farewell, Inda.

And there he goes. My driver has gone back to his hometown after Juma'at prayer today. I am really going to miss him for all the times spent ever since the ol' Black Stallion days until now. I am sorry if I have ever did anything to make you tired, angry or anything. Just before when I was about to leave the house earlier at 11 o'clock to go to Omar's place, I saw him cleaning up the stepfather's car. I looked at him, shook his hands and bid him farewell. I couldn't believe I was going to cry, but I held it in. Probably the best driver yet! Be safe, Inda. Don't ever forget us here back in Brunei Darussalam!

It really hurts to say goodbye to someone who is never coming back ever. I'm crying.