jangan bersendirian di lif

this entry came from jojo and as she has problem to sign in, i would do the honour to publish it on her behalf.

I wrote this on the basis of a sad-story happened this morning..
Arakian tersebutlah kisah satu Jumaat yang sejuk. Jam handphone menunjukkan 0845 am. Masih awal. So, my friend and I decided to have breakfast downstairs, but I asked her to wait since I couldn’t print out my work. But then, I asked her to go on first with our other friend instead and told her to wait at the food court. Then then then, finally, after a hard work waiting for the documents to come out from the printer, I was already on my out from the office to the elevator. The door opened, and there was a man inside. I didn’t know him and I didn’t have the reason to :). He looked and smiled at me, I smiled back at him. And he said;

Mr I-don’t-know-his-name : Oh.. you kerja atas kan. Selalu Nampak you dlm lif.
Miss I-don’t-want-to-know-him : Ya. Kamu kerja d bawah ni? (This is a mistake! I shouldnt be so friendly at first!)
Mr I-don’t-know-his-name : Iya. Lapar pagi-pagi ni.Mo pegi makan. You pg makan mana ?
Miss I-don’t-want-to-know-him : Fudkot la. Tu sja yg bukak.
Mr I-don’t-know-his-name : Oh sama la. Mari la makan sekali. Ok ?
Miss I-don’t-want-to-know-him : (Long pause.Quick thinking. Be reasonable. Do not embarrassed him. Fair judgement)
Mr I-don’t-know-his-name : Ada kawan tunggu di bawah?
Miss I-don’t-want-to-know-him : (Damn, come on! Say something nice) ada..2 orang.kalo mahu, joinla sekali (another mistake!).
Mr I-don’t-know-his-name : Ala..perempuan?
Miss I-don’t-want-to-know-him : Iya. Kawan sekerja..
Mr I-don’t-know-his-name : Oh.. hm.. bole lah.. (I didn’t expect this!)

And… I felt like, I wanted to pretend that I have urgent meeting, whatever that can save me! But, by the time I wanted to say it, I reached at the food court already. Damn. I walked in my fastest pace to my friends, informing them I have met a new so-called-friend, so I warned them that, I accidentally brought him along. They laughed.. Well, gratefully that guy wasn’t there. He was waiting for his drink. Since my friends bring their friends and the table was small, I decided to sit next to their table. ISH! I hate this situation, and I was badly hurt by my stupidity. I can hear them talking, asking who is the guy with me, which I felt like laughing. Oh, did I mention, he looked like he is in his 30-40-50 years old? HAHAHAHA! Ok… not 50. maybe, 30-35… Who knows, maybe he is 55years old, but looked younger. (ngahaha..)

And, the suffer-period came to its end. What did you expect from me, a silent, shy girl to have a conversation with someone I can regard as uncle or bro? Talked about politics? Work? Hobby? The history of Malaysia? You have no idea, how clueless I was, my mind was running at speed of 180km/h, trying to find a topic that I can further elaborate, instead listening to him talking about THE HISTORY OF HIS FAMILY LIVING IN TWO DIFFERENT COUNTRIES.

And I lost. I was listening very good, laughing at his joke like ha-ha, and, oh-ya? And other dishonest-responses. And when my friends were going back to the office, I just smiled. You know the kind of tortured smile. And they went laughing. Kejam. When I realized he couldn’t stop talking, I used the remaining strength, I said ‘ Ok, naik ofis la dulu.’ And smiled! People, don’t forget to smile, even if you are going to embarrassed him. You see, I was trying to be nice. When he asked my name, I was thinking like, what is my name? And, I said my name (minus the last four letters). HEHEHE…

He was going to buy newspaper, and I ran to the elevator. I didn’t want to be in the same confined-space with him! In the elevator, I was laughing to the thought that :

What if I told him that my name was : (see the list below)
a) Nur Hazwana
b) Noor Atilia
c) Eva Sarah
d) Farhanah
e) Lydiawati
f) Thayyibah

Or, I can fake my name, ‘my name is Timah/Kiah/Tipah’
If I have said that, I don’t want to see his face or his reaction. I will run and laugh.