Jahat ker kalau pocket post cerita lama sebagai post baru?
jahat? macam tak der idea?
bukan gitu, ari ni dok baca balik
citer lalu, terasa macam besh plak.
so utk separuh hari (Till my next post)
pocket taruk post lama kat sini..
buleh la yer :D pocket suka citer ni
nak wat camanaa... maafkan lah yer^^
Pocket was walking fast,
need to be there as fast as he can,
a feeling of guilt and regret for sleeping
after work just now creeping his spine.
He should have known.. A guy who just ate
a late lunch of nasi mamak wit kambing and bendi
wont wake up on time. (Regardless of the alarm clock)
Blame it on the soft sofa he was sleeping in just now.
It was too comfortable.(Naak jugak salah kan orang)
'err tumpang laluuuu' he started to tap people's
shoulder trying to make way through the congested
pasar malam walk way,
The feeling of letting Nabilah wait was tormenting him,
he was thinking of all the excuses he can think.
Overslept at 4pm was a bit too pathetic he thought.
Traffic Jam? but this is Guar Chempedak..
There is no traffic jam since the Petronas was
bringing their new tank from Alor Setar to Selangor
back in 1990
What about hujan? now that's lame..
'your love for me is so thin that u left me
to wait cause u dont want to get wet?'
he wont have a chance anymore next time.
'Best that I blame jackie chan for making a movie along
the way coming to this Pasar Malam GUar Chempedak.
She wont believe me anyway so why not make it a nice bluff.'
After a few jump and scary stunts like those action
U can see in Ninja Warrior.. Pocket arrived, panting, sweating.
Another ten step to reach nabilah's usual waiting location
he stopped. Took a deep breath, trying to speak in a proper
way rather then coughing or vomiting from those runs
he made just now.
'sorri lah!! lambat sikit la..'
'sorryyyyy!!! diorang belakon drama kat dpan tu tadiii!!'
'lama tunggu? I sengaja lambat, nak tengok U tunggu I ker tak..'
he was reciting his excuse trying to ignore the chest pain.
ehek ehek... pocket is not that young anymore U know.
But just to his surprise, Nabilah was not there.
This puzzles him cause she always wait for him,
and not the other way around.
Well there is always the first time he thought.. and so he wait.
'nugget dik?' an old makcik ask from a stall nearby,
'Tak per..' pocket put his hand up waving it a little.
A flash of red colour trigger his head to turn left.
There she was appearing from the crowd like
the sun in the morning. Bright and beautiful,
stunning in her own way, she look like the lady who acted as
Maya in that telenovela Adamaya but with a simple red tudong
strap neatly aroung her neck, fair skin with those japanese sepet.
Large in the middle with pointy tip.
'Sorry yer.. lambat sikit' Nabilah apologizes.
her soft voice was the only sound pocket is allowing to enter
his ear right now. Regardless of the noisy sound of people
bargaining in the crowdy pasar malam.
She went directly to the lady who asked pocket
if he wanted any nugget earlier. Taking out the apron behind
the counter, talking something bout toilet being crowded...
'err.. Nabilah..' stuttering as pocket always is,
'sayer' Nabilah turned towards pocket with her
enormous eyes that could easily took 25% of her face.
'...' u know pocket with smiles right?
turned him to stone instantly.
'abang nak beli nugget?'
nabilah voiced out with her hand on her back tying the apron's strap.
Pocket just kept his silence letting three of his finger stands.