I checked my watch. Dang! It’s already 9 am – am soooo late for work. But I have a huge mission to execute today. Am helping **s* out for his boyfriend’s birthday. Work can totally wait. Make way, true love is at stake here.
The florist that I’m about to go is placed somewhere in Jalan Klang L***. I can always order the flower online je, but the thing is, **s* is so in love with his boyfriend, so she wanted to make sure everything is perfect-and the task is relied on my two hands. Plus, I had to deliver the cupcakes to the boyfie as well. I already called the store, asking for direction and I straight headed there. I was surprised that the florist is actually situated at a very rundown and ancient building called Prima P****. I stepped inside, hurriedly made my way to the 6th floor, where the florist is located.
People who really knew me would know that I am a verrrrrry penakut type. Walking alone in a half-teared-down building where most of the shops are still not open yet, made me felt this chilling sensation on my neck. Why lah do the florist has to be at the most upper floor? As I approached the elevator, there is a man stood there waiting for the lift as well. I asked him nicely whether there is a florist on the 6th floor and as expected his reply was “None that I know of”. I feel like I’m in the Lantai 13 movie where this girl goes to office on a non-existance 13th floor. Eerie!
He stepped out from the lift on the 4th floor (and leave me alone!). The elevator is so old u can actually see the plywood inside the peeled paint.
Ting! The elevator finally reached 6th floor and I swear to you, the door took foreveeeeeer to open! As the door finally slide open, stood in front of me a very old ah-soh, looked like she just stepped out from History Channel, holding a broom. And I swear I jumped a little when I caught her sight. (Duh? This is soooo like the horror movie man!)
I asked her where the florist shop is (if there’s any) and she, without uttering a single word, raise her hand and pointed me to a direction – where I see nothing but hallway.
“Auntie, ada flower shop tak sini?” I asked again (and contemplating when she want to attack me with the broom).
She pointed again to the direction and me, full of hesitation, dragged my two feet to the pointed way. (You are sooo going to pay me **s*, if anything ever happen!)
There are a few doors along the hallways and they are all shut. I walked a bit and finally, when I read a signage **** Flowers on one door, oh boy! how am I glad! This creepy feeling would end soon. The florists greeted me in and they just laughed listening to my so-called eerie story. Apparently, the reason they charged a lower price for the flowers is because they pay a lower rent for the place they occupied. But I didn’t dare ask if they have ever seen an entity walking by at the place, coz I swear I could feel their presences in the lift!
“U’re sending the flower and cakes for your boyfriend?” one of the florist tried to make a conversation after they stopped laughing over my cowardice.
“No. Just helping a friend out,” I replied.
“You are one good friend,” she uttered. And smiled at me.
“Haha, no lah. My friend doesn’t have a car so I help her a little. But, thanks!”
After the successful transaction with the nice florist, I speedily made my way out of the store. (And finger-crossed in the elevator I did not bumped with anybody..err or anything)
I am waaaay too late to the office, but lastly before I leave the dilapidated building, I muttered to myself the checklist:
- Cupcakes with deco a
- Blue bouquet of flower a
- Another satisfied