It’s 9am on Saturday morning. Just got up, performing chores and here I am. I had a late night yesterday, and a tiring one too. I don’t know why, when I am with the girls (especially Eda, my PIC), the extreme things tend to happen. We were off to KLIA lastnite, sending our own sweetie Fara back to her 7-years-already-hometown France, catching a ride with Ani and fiance.
The tentative plan was, for me to pick Eda up at Serdang commuter station around 8, fetch Fety at UPM (Fara’s sis -who’s going to tag along to KLIA since Fara and parent don’t think they could make it on time if they were to fetch Fety) and later for Ani and fiance to pick all 3 of us at my ever so-popular-meetup-place house.
I finished baking the brownies with cheese around 7pm, took my bath and ready to break the fast. Around 7.30, I’m all set to go and decided to pick Fety first at her college since Eda stated that she’s still in KL. After fetching Fety, Eda claimed that she has not gotten her ass up on any public transport yet and said to expect her to be a little late (I bestowed upon her the lateness benchmark). Thinking of the less amount of time we could spend with Fara jap lagi at KLIA, i decided to pick Eda up at LRT instead of commuter station as discussed prior to this. She asked me which would be easier, Sg Besi station or Bukit Jalil station. And me, without even thinking a second, straight away suggesting for her to stop at Bukit Jalil station since I don’t want to waste money paying a RM1.30 toll to get to Sg Besi. And guess what I got myself and Fety involved into? (And trust me you wouldn’t mind paying 10 times of the RM1.30 toll!)
As we nearly reached Bukit Jalil (it’s only about 3km to get to LRT stat), we couldn’t help noticing a massive crawl is happening. As usual, assumptions on what happen are always up for discussion. Maybe somebody’s car broken, or perhaps an accident occured, or we even thought that a football game is being held tonight, (luckily we didn’t assume it’s one of those Alam Flora incident) as explanation to the utterly-bad standstill. At the traffic light, everybody seemed to ignore the colours and it’s like everybody is making their fastest way to get to something very important. I cursed like hell (as usual-sorry Fety) and couldn’t help myself texting Eda indicating the bad situation.
“Turnout today ada smthg going on kt Bj. So trafik stuck dr td. Y la i gatal2 ckp bj instead of sg besi. adeh. cy x? skg kt sini sume org tgh havoc main tekan2 hon. i pun join hon2. heh.”
(It’s true, it has became like a honking competition – and it was fun too!) :)
“N sgt regret xsoh u nak komuter je td. cya la u smpi dulu dr i. im at standstill ni”.
And guess what her reply was?:
“Ades. hon mlm ni ade concert j.cheung.td havoc2 gk kt opis ada bdk2 dpn i ni nk g…”
D%#$&******** you JC!!!!
KLIA – 10.30pm++
At the ever-so-long luggage check in queue, we couldn’t help ourselves begging Fara to open the gift given by somebody to her. Very much to our anticipation, the buku agama is one of the gift. And the words written on the card was sweet too. With regards our present, I already gave amanat to her:
“Fara, when u sampai your place, dh letak ur luggage, u dah tidur and rest from your jetlag. Jangan bukak lagi tau! U put it aside, then u pegi class or do whatever it is that you do and bile u nak tidur the next day and baru u realize our gift, masa tu malam, takde orang, and u bukak tau”
She shrieked! “Waaaa…Ni mmg bagi gift nak suruh I nangis ni!”
Heh. That was the ultimate purpose, hon!
We send Fara off the boarding line with hugs, tears and wishing her nothing would change coz we would still email each other like the usual mornings, only now instead of Cyber, she would be replying it from Grenoble. Missed her already.
Looking forward for Mimi to come home this November! (Mi, boleh amik order lagi tak?)🙂
Ps: Fara dh sampai mana tu? I think now u tengah transit at Dubai kot..Jangan lupe makan my brownies kay!
(She can’t send herself to France, she send her brownies to do her job..) :)