77. Men...

'hellooo.. yah, ya saya, aaa...ada. dia ada kat sebelah... OK'
said farid handing over the phone to his friend
on his left saying 'the wife'
'The wife?' still puzzeled
'who's wife? yours or mine?' mizi still confuse.
'yours!!' urged farid. He dont want to hold the phone too long,
seems like the phone is too hot. The loud and cheerful canteen
table becomes quite. Everybody listened.

'ya, timah? naper timah?' Mizi answered the phone,
his thumb and index finger are on his forehead now.
Massaging it even though its not hurt.
Someone is shouting in the other end of the line.
Shouting on the top of her lung too loud that Mizi
have to keep a space between the phone and his ears.
'yer... taaaakkk... tak der ... jangan la macam tuu... sori laa... sy tak tau ..betul!! sumpah!!'
The shouting voice turn to a lot quiter after the second period.
It has gone ... softer..
somewhat like a begging sound.
somewhat like someone is crying.
the sound when u suck up your hingus can be heard in a distant but clear...
'umph!! ok.. kang abang balik, abang explain segala galanya ok.
Jangan la macam tu yer, ok dah la ... ok .. babai...'

All the curious audience stay silent.
Even though there's no voice coming out from them,
Mizi must have felt the question anyway.
'wife aku jumpa henpon aku yg bersms asing.'
The audience still didnt say anything. Listening to him...
"ayang tak mai keja ari nii?"' he said mimicking a girly voice.
'heheh, tidoq luaq pulak aku malam niiii' Mizi said with half joking
'hahahahahahahaha'
sounds of laughter breakes the silent.
jokes being thrown all around,
'hang mai la ghumah aku, sofa aku best sikit'
'takpa.. hang duk ya dpan tu, sampai bila sangat dia tak mau bagi hang masuk'
jokes some of the Taiko, not even symphatise with what happened.

Men..
They just dont care dont they?