#megat

The huge house was always quiet after that. The helpers spoke in hushed tones, moving carefully around him like he was fragile, as if raising their voices might break him. His cousins, older and untouchable, played rough and wild during family gatherings, but Megat was always left behind.

“Shah kecik lagi,” they would say, tousling his hair affectionately before running off to whatever adventure awaited them. “Nanti dah besar Shah boleh join.”

But Megat was never big enough.

By the time he was eleven, Megat learned to carry silence the way other kids carried their school bags. It weighed on him, familiar and constant. His father once told him that loneliness built character. Megat wasn’t sure what kind of character it was supposed to build.

When he told his parents he wanted to enroll in KUDRAT, they had looked surprised.

“Boarding school?” His father had lowered his newspaper just enough to peer at him over the rim of his glasses. His mother had set down her coffee cup carefully, as if expecting him to take it back.

“Shah nak belajar berdikari,” Megat said. “Lagipun dekat sana mesti Shah tak sunyi macam dekat rumah.”

It felt embarrassing to say aloud, but it was the truth.

His mother’s gaze softened, and when she hugged him that night, she held on longer than usual.

“We love you, sayang,” she whispered. “Nanti kalau Shah dapat, jaga diri elok-elok dekat sana. Mama tahu Shah kuat.”

Megat wasn’t sure if strength had anything to do with it. He just didn’t want to feel lonely anymore.

The first few weeks at KUDRAT were suffocating.

The other students spoke loudly, moved in groups, and laughed in a way that felt like nails against his skin. Megat sat quietly in the dining hall, alone, eating the bland dining hall food because that was what he was supposed to do.

Until one day, a boy plopped down next to him without warning.

“Macam mana kau boleh jawab soalan math tadi before Cikgu Yasmin explained?” the boy asked, his Kelantan accent thick and sharp in a way that made Megat blink.

Megat looked up from his plate. He hadn’t even noticed him sit down.

“Aku tanya ni. Jawabla.” The boy grinned, knocking his shoulder against Megat’s playfully.

“Aku cuba jawab je. Tak tahu pulak betul,” Megat mumbled.

The boy rolled his eyes. “Ceh poyo, taknak share tip.”

Megat didn’t know it yet, but that was how Abdul Reza bin Abu Yamin entered his life—loud, bright, and completely uninvited.

Reza was competitive. He glared whenever Megat raised his hand first in class and shot him dirty looks when Megat submitted his homework earlier. But somewhere along the way, competition blurred into companionship, and by the time their teacher started pairing them together for group projects, Reza had somehow become Megat’s first real friend.

It was easy with Reza. He wasn’t intimidated by Megat’s family title, didn’t treat him like he was fragile, and certainly didn’t hold back when they bickered.

Megat liked that.

By the time they were sixteen, everyone at KUDRAT knew their names.

Reza and Megat. A set. They were inseparable—Megat with his cunning and grace personality. Reza with his unwavering confidence and beilliant repotation. If you saw one of them, the other was never far behind.

“Mu dua ni dah macam laki bini,” Kahar teased once, earning a shove from Reza and an eye roll from Megat.

“Mu dengan saing kecik mu tu pon macam laki bini jugak,” Reza shot back, smirking.

"Bechik dengan Hakeem cinta monyet keeee?". Megat smirked, nudging Reza’s arm with his elbow as if to say yeah, right and laughs when Kahar whined.

Their friendship was easy. Comfortable. It comes very naturally.

But then came the kudeta.

And Megat learned that silence could be deafening.

The night after the kudeta, Megat sat alone in his dorm room. The air felt too thick, pressing down on his chest until he thought it might crush him.

There was something cruel about the way the world kept moving, as if nothing had changed. Megat still attended classes, still ate at the dining hall, still played his role as Kapla. But everything felt hollow.

He was surrounded by people—the High Council, juniors who feared him, even friends who stayed close—but none of them were Reza.

And God, wasn’t that the most pathetic thing?

That out of everyone, Reza was the one he wanted to talk to.

He hears Reza’s laugh sometimes—echoing from across the schoolyard, too far away to reach.

And no matter how many people surround him, Megat feels like he’s standing in an empty room.

It’s the kind of loneliness that feels like heartbreak.

Like something was torn out of him, and the wound won’t close.

He wonders if Reza feels it too.

But he never asks.

- He does get angry tho at other men’s audacity to even try you because do they really think they have a chance with you? Especially because everyone probably knows that you were spoken for.

- If he sees someone persistently trying to win you despite your obvious discomfort, he would simply come up next you and rest his hands on your back “Hi sayang, you okay? Siapa ni? Kawan baru?” it may sounds pointed to you but his eyes never left the man.

- At that point, just by his mere presence, the guy would be long gone.

MEGAT 💚

- He gets jealous, and he basks in the emotion.

- From the movie im a firm believer that Megat has his feelings all over the place. He simpan dendam a lot.

- So if you ever did something to make him jealous whether intentionally or not, be ready to hear it for months after.

- No matter what was the context or explanation he’d be ready with a snide comment “Pergilah mintak tolong mamat haritu”

- yeah, you try your best to steer away from any situation that could bring about Megat’s childish jealousy.

KAHAR 💜

- i think kahar would be the jealous type. Being the youngest and spoiled by his siblings, hes used to being the centre of attention (even if its in the negative way)

- so when hes not the centre of you attention, he breaks. “Siapa tu? Tak pernah cerita pun” “Kenapa you siap lawa2 ni, nak jumpa siapa”

- But unlike Megat, Kahar is easy to calm down. Just make sure you do something even better for him than anyone else, makes him feel like hes getting the best in anything and everything that you do and hes happy.

FAKHRI 🧡

- my dude is chill as a cucumber. Hes staying in his own lane and knows that you love him. He lets you live your life and you let him live his life.

- If he ever sense another man trying you or youre interest piquing up for another man, hed confront you about it camouflage as teasing“Ha, suka la tu” “Eleh, you rasa mamat tu handsome en? Ngaku je lah” just to make sure that you know hes aware.

- He loves you and he knows you love him back. But if you ever stop, he trust you enough to be honest before doing anything.

- (Its bc he grew up with his father’s love and that man loves hard but hes also not one to putt all eggs in one basket, he learnt that through his mother)

NAIM 💖

- would get jealous but only like a passing cloud. If he ever feel like your attention is going to someone else, he’d simply take note and keep quiet.

- He’d observe to see if this interest was anything serious or just a passing crush (its usually not serious)

- During these time of observations, he would be distant but he would never tell you why no matter how much you pester him “Takde apa lah, you tak perlu risau.”

- If it seems too serious, he would confront you about it. If its not, everything just goes back to normal and you would be confused as hell.

Extra; if they were all friends who would he best jealous of most

Reza - Megat

Megat - Reza

Okay i put these 2 together bc come onnn they always have that rivalry. Dari sekolah they bawak ke besar. No matter how much they have reconcile. Theyre always warry of their partners being close to other.

Both have that dominating aura that their partners like, but theyre are pretty much opposites. So theyre worried the their partners would want something different and get with the other.

Kahar - Reza

Pretty self explanatory. All his life hes been compared to his brothers so when he first introduced you to Beja, he was worried you too would prefer his brother compared to him. Lucky for him, you werent into calm and composed assholes. You much rather go with the feral and impulsive asshole :)

Fakhri - As i said he wouldnt usually get jealous but id like to think hed be jealous of Ayam because instead of Ayam third wheeling yall, he feels like hes third wheeling you and Ayam. Its not a romantic rivalry, he just wished you and Ayam didnt get along that well (jokes, he loves that the two of you are friends)

Naim - Kahar

Okay hear me out; he was always in Kahar’s shadow. Sort of what Kahar was to Megat, right? So theres still a residual inferiority when it comes to Kahar. When he saw you and Kahar getting along, he was worried Kahar was going to take you away but soon he realised you only had eyes for him.