For the first time, I enjoyed the “brr brr” sound of my coffee maker as I sat at the dining table preparing tea. Yes, I know, I shouldn't be drinking yuan yang at this hour in my current condition, but when else could I drink it again? It would go really well with my bread and cheese for supper, especially after dipping it into that concoction of fragrant bliss.
What the hell have you done? You have messed it all up! Now how do I account to my client about this? Did you screw up the event deliberately just to get on my nerves? Did you? Did you??? Why are you laughing? Wait till you get it from me. You better watch out.
But it seemed that I hadn't had enough of eating, so I decided to ride to Komala's to get their roti prata. I changed into my riding suit, strapped on my helmet, fixed the headlights, and rode off in my bicycle into the main road after that irritating car horned past me. The road was strangely quiet in contrast to that driver who had no manners. The ride was quite peaceful along the way.
No, no... Why, why do you have to do this to me? I, I didn't do anything wrong lately, did I? No, I don't get it. I had been good to you, hadn't I? I had been a good girlfriend, hadn't I? Everything seems so good now. So why do you want to... No I don't believe you... Please don't leave me, please don't...
I rode into the pavement and stopped my bicycle beside the lamp post, leaving my helmet slinging at the handles. I locked the bike to the post with my sturdy U-lock that had served me well all these year. It was illegal to park there, but since I hadn't done anything illegal so far in my life... The prata house was crowded as usual at this hour. Maybe it is only crowded at this hour. Who knows?
Yes, Mr Tan, your insurance plan is in order so far. You are very diligent in paying your premiums all these years, so we value you a lot as our valued client... Yes? You want to check the coverage? It remains at fifty thousand for critical illness, and hundred thousand for death. The beneficiary will still be your mother Mrs Tan... Is there something of matter Mr Tan, you don't sound okay... Nothing? Okay then. It's been a pleasure to be serving you. Shall we meet for lunch soon? Okay, feel free to give me a call if you need anything else. See you!
I always liked to see the Indian chef perform his feat of tossing the prata in the air to smooth the texture and add more layers to its crunchiness. Always a marvel to watch his display of skills. And that teh tarik guy who could pull the drink along his arm span? I heard that he could pour the tea nicely into the other mug from one storey above. Isn't that amazing? Too bad I hadn't seen it myself yet. Cough, cough. Damn it, not again. Irritating. Couldn't I have my prata in peace for tonight?
Mr Tan, the test report is out. It is confirmed that you have terminal stage lung cancer. Yes, unfortunately, the chances of survival are... Yes, Mr Tan, I am so sorry. I wished that we could do more, but at this stage... Shall I help you to inform your family members? Okay, I understand. What we can do now is to extend your time through these few possible treatment options...
I gave a generous tip to the nice and friendly 'waiter' before making a move. No fine ticket for my illegal parking. And yes, as I had guessed, someone did make it off with my helmet. I laughed. The roads were still relatively clear of traffic, though there were some speeding cars zooming past the road junction once in a while... Ah, the traffic light is red now, and that green Lamborghini needs a little more red colour at the bonnet.
Ah boy, how come you reach home so late today. Overtime again is it? Have you eaten? You must be very hungry. Let me heat up the soup for you... Eh? Ah boy, you okay or not? Why are you crying? Aiya, tell me what happen? Did you colleagues bully you again? That fat manager right? No? Then... ? Okay, okay, never mind if you don't want to say. You go shower first okay? I go put some maggi mee into your soup later...
“Beeeeeep Beeeeeeeeeeeep............. Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech.”
“Oi! You know how to ride a bicycle or not? You want to die is it? Siao ting tong...”
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It's four already. I think I should go home and sleep instead.
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