After getting my visa for uk done and everything bought in KL, this was the time to return home. I was annoyed that no train ticket was available for me when I got to KL Central. I had to go Pudu Raya, only to be told that all bus tickets had been sold out as well. Finally I managed to purchase a ticket for "bas tambahan" at PWTC after two hours something stupid-ing around.
Sweat. Thirst. Hunger. Crowd. Plus rumours that bas tambahan is actually bas sekolah. They drew my ire. It was a total piss-off. But soon I realized that I had to get over these. I needed to talk to someone who was going to sit the same bus with me. Or you can call that a girl search-and-pickup process. Before long a 20-something girl emerged from the throng of people. She was good-looking, subtle and heavenly shaped. A bunch of guys were checking her out repeatedly. She was alone but no one approached. I knew a pretty chick would never be alone. And if she were, there must be something wrong with her. So I supposed she’s waiting for someone. But later I found out my hypothesis was wrong.
In five minutes time, she kept strolling around in my sight. Suddenly, I spotted something weird about her. She had an adam’s apple. An obvious one. I suspected something. Soon she started smoking a cigarrette. Smoked like a bitch. Now I observed her hands, which didn’t seem to be right for a girl like her. They were like men’s. I was more certain of my own judgement by then. However, I still came forward to her, not for the reason to pick-up anymore, but to get to know more about her instead.
"Turun mano?"
"Kota Bharu." She answered in a not-so-feminine voice. I bet you could imagine yourself. At that moment I was already 100% sure about what I thought. We started chattering sheepishly afterward. She didn’t have high self-esteem as the way she was smoking suggested. Indeed, she looked and talked more beautifully than most average girls did. Nonetheless, I felt sort of uncomfortable and confused about how I should treat her. I went on talking to her, neglecting the thing going on behind my mind while waiting for our bus.
No longer after that we acted like friends, thanks to the bus that had been delayed nearly one hour. When it eventually arrived, she beckoned at me to follow her. We squeezed into the crowd and got on the bus. She rushed to a seat and asked me to sit with her. I agreed.
At that time I still didn’t know her name. I refused to ask her because I didn’t want to introduce myself. If she were interested in me, she would ask my name then. It was a test.
I came to know that she’s a Malay from thailand, working at her brother’s restaurant in KL since 5 years ago. For that long period of time, she had to go back home country once every month just to "cop" her permit. I asked why she was not getting a permanent residence in Malaysia. She kept umph-um-ing without giving me answer. Actually I already knew why. In fact she was not able to obtain an i.c. because Malaysia officers would never give her that considering her identity. It’s simply not legal in our country. I did some maths and she actually had gone back and forth between the Mal-Thai boundaries about 60 times. I thought this heck was so unfair to them, wasn’t it?
When the bus stopped by a petrol station, she kindly bought me a drink. I refused it upon Chinese pai-se traditions but since she insisted, I took it. Of course you would say she might have injected something into the drink or what. Don’t worry, I inspected it. Nothing wrong. I also declined her offer on the cake she bought but again, since she asked me several times along the journey to have a taste, I ate a little. That one I didn’t inspect. Hope nothing was wrong with it.
When it was about time to arrive, I was about to ask her contact number as well. But I soon discovered the bus didn’t stop by tm and was on its way to kb. Arghh..No mood to talk to her anymore. Not even a proper farewell when we left the bus. At the SKMK bus station i took another bus back to hometown with an ex-classmate at secondary school whom I had never been able to recall his name.
Now I’m home writing my blog after leaving it abondoned for donkey’s year. No doubt she was a kind-hearted person and very easy to get along with, if you don’t look down on her. All this kind of people needs is just respect from us. This is something they somewhat lack of. Treat them like a normal person, and they would definitely very appreciate us.
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