It’s
about 5:15am on the 4th Day of Hari Raya.
Me had some drinks and came
home hungry. Looks like the stomach not going to let me sleep it off.
Walked to look for restaurants around my neighborhood. All the mamaks
are still closed because Raya is still fresh in the air. Had to settle
for 7-11 food.
Normally, the outlet would be locked from inside during
that hour. I was lucky as I walked in when the worker came out to throw
some rubbish. “Sneaked in”. The Bangla worker just
looked at me helplessly.
Due to hunger & tipsiness, I just picked a
mee cup and looking around for the hot water. Then, the outlet
supervisor approached me. She offered to make me the cup mee. I
shamelessly handed it over to her. She realized it was not a normal mee
soup in the cup but some funky Indonesian spicy mee goreng in the cup
(which requires additional steps compare to just adding the right amount
of water) to which I asked shall I change. She said it’s ok and went on
to prepare it.
There I was sitting like a drunkard boss just looking at
her doing it. She even explaining it to me on how to do it the next
time (obviously little went through my mind). As she completed and
handed over the cup to me, I thought of eating it outside but she made
me to “dine-in” and had a conversation with me until I completed my
food.
During the conversation I found out that earlier in the day, a
bearded Indian man like me walked in and robbed some money of the Bangla
guy. Hence, was he was giving me the look that I was going to kill him.
This wonderful lady didn’t generalize me based on the other Indian guy.
She’s young. How many of the so call older people have the same
mentality. She was brought up right. She’s a true Malaysian. Are you
guys bringing up your kids the same way?
Anyway, thank you very much Nur Durrah Atiqah Othman. Will visit you sober very soon
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