Pakcik Oh Pakcik

Wednesday evening, I had dinner with a friend in Ampang Jaya, our favourite stall. I makan nasi goreng kampung, she had nasi lemak bungkus, both of us shared beef satay. Sambil makan2, kita borak2 kosong, cerita pasal ekonomi, pasal nak kaya dan mengata orang sekeliling (nie biasa lah, busybody kan).

Then, I ternampaklah satu pakcik nie, I used to see him makan kat stall satay tu, kalau I sampai dalam pukol 8-9pm. He is very old, skinny, pakai jubah putih and he will sit quietely near the satay seller, eat his nasi himpit and kuah kacang + teh o. I told my friend, selalu nampak pakcik nie kat sini, siapalah punya bapak or atuk nie. Again, being busybody, I decided to asked the Indon boy yang keja kat stall tu. He explained that the pakcik will come almost everyday kat situ, eat the same thing and will sit at the same spot. His drinks sudah dibayar by one kind hearted lady, so orang tua ni order sahaja and the lady will pay his drinks charges on a weekly basis in advance. Baik kan akak tu, tapi tak tau sapa. Nak pecah hati both us, sedih melihatkan orang tua ni.

After dinner, I decided to buy my ciggy and walked up to the 7-11 across the road. Masa nak bayar, pakcik tu pun ada kat 7-11 and he bought 2 small packets of biscuits. I thought of doing khidmat masyarakat and nak bayar his biscuits tapi pakcik tu dah keluar duit kat cashier. He made some small talk to the cashier and I just smiled at him, again, nak rabak hatiku tengok pakcik ni. So, habislah hasrat murni saya yang mulia ini. At the time, my friend ada kat pintu waiting for me. Masa nak keluar tu, I keluar dulu and my friend is right behind me. My friend, being a kind hearted girl, pun bukak lah pintu for me, and right behind me is the pakcik. So, dah keluar from 7-11, I turned and waited for her as she held the door for pakcik to come out. He suddenly stop, at the doorway, looked at my friend, looked at me and asked me, while pointing at my friend, anak ke. I froze for a while, smile dengan keterpaksaan, taklah, kitaorang adik beradik, I lied. He smile and went on his way.

My friend, stood there laughing non stop and said, eish, aku anak ko lah, hina tak ko kak? Dengan senyum dalam kelat (hati dah rasa cam nan nangis, sedey!), penat je aku kesiankan pakcik nie tadi, dah dihinanye aku. She? well she sat in the car, laughing and gloating all the way back to her house. Wuaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ok, time to go brisk walking and next time, conpirm keluar tak pakai cincai lagi.

Note: masih bersedih dan dah start buat brisk walking kat umah...., tapi tak tau last sampai bila