She.. was raped.

The first week is over. Now it's Sunday of the third week. Trying to blog is a fail. Even finishing my log book is a struggling. But I'm very proud of myself. I'm working 7 days a week while doing my assignments so that I think is something worth credit for. Even thinking back for some people that's common for them. And moms and dads. Their life is no rest. Hope Allah eases their matters. Aamiin. Still, until my next day off I would appreciate a whole lot. Btw, the first week was fine. The first day was the happiest and near perfect. Just catching up with my friends made me so so happy.

<Break time. U (grandchild of the boss) just come asking help to wash hand and water>
<Break time number 2. He come again asking what language the word pig is. Haha. (Should I be concern?)>

I'm writing this at my workplace. (Work at Sek 9 during the weekend, training at Sek 3 during the weekday.) Wasn't planning to but I don't think I have some other time to write this. Since it's my first time close experience to that, I really wish to write. Thus, topping all other thing I plan to write (and because I can't do my log book here).

<Break time number 3. U wants to play race car.>
<Break time number 4. Work3.>

At my practical place. A young girl came in. 23 years old. A year younger than me. The staff attended her. She brought a prescription for emergency pill. Something not very common because you don't need prescription for emergency pill. Almost whispering, she told her story. To the staff not me. But from the staff response, I actually kinda guess. The story is. She was taken advantage. By a doctor. A doctor from a different clinic that is. True or not her story, it was still a slap to the face facing the reality that this is happening to the community. It's scary. Very scary. I can't be as strong as her. All alone. Not even telling anyone who knew her yet. Not even a report. Please protect us Allah.

A story to tell,

TGiaH