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#RAK: An Unforgettable Night

  • syud
  • 13 years ago
  • 1,999

 

Disclaimer:

I'm certainly not as good as anyone in this world when writing in English. So forgive me for my bad English. Hehe.

 

I’m not sure what does that place is being call right now, but during my days, we call it as R&R. A place where  lots of bus tickets being sold and it was near to the jetty. I sat right beside the Transnasional counter, with puffy eyes. A bag was by myside while my hand kept on holding a digital camera. It was 1st September 2004, and the rain was ticking down, outside, and inside my heart too.

My eyes were already red  at that moment, and tears keep on streaming down. I was stubborn. I told my warden that I will try my best to get the ticket. In my head, there was nothing more important than being home as fast as I could. Even I knew, he won’t be there anymore.

That day, was the day I lost my only brother.

The one who I dearly love with all of my heart. The one who always teasing me around, cooking together and playing PS1 while our other siblings doesn’t even know about the existence of it. We share stories and yes, secrets.

The brother who was in charge of selling bus ticket to Seremban told me that all the ticket already sold out. Even to KL. My heart shredded into pieces, I was devastated. Eventhough my warden had told me to call him if there is no ticket available. I reluctantly to do so. Not willing to give up easily. I begged the brother and then he told me, to wait. He will try to arrange and see, if he could find me any space.

I looked into the viewfinder. A picture of him and me that was taken two days ago. Both of us were wearing red polo shirts and his ‘peace’ sign was right on my head, a symbol that I was actually a cow with red roses on my lap. I shut off the camera and lay back my head while waiting for the bus.

Suddenly, a family took a place right in front of me. A young newly wed couple with their early 50s parents. They smile to me and I smiled back. Not even sure if I look fool at that moment. The uncle asked about the bus and in my heart, I keep on praying that there will be enough space for all of us. I don’t care even if I have to stand all night long, what is important, I want to be home.

The newly wed husband reached for me and hand me some sweets. Hacks, to be exact. I smile and say thanks. I slipped the hacks into my pocket. I don’t have any apetite to eat nor drink. Their father suddenly asked me.

“What are you doing here in the middle of the night?  Getting somewhere? ” While he asked me this, a girl older few years than me took a place beside him. Maybe that girl is their youngest daughter.

“I’m going back home, my brother had passed away.”  I smiled. They were shocked, I guess. His wife took a place right beside me. All of them gave their condolence and talk to me to soothe me up.

 Then, their newly wed son reached the counter with his father.  I was not sure what had happen but when the bus reached us, that uncle told me to hop onto the bus. The driver gave me the front seat and the daughter even had helped me a lot by saying that she will be at the back, just call her if I need anything.

I was touched.

Not only that they gave me hacks, it was the fact that they had forced the bus to give me a seat. In fact, I was still wondering, was it that uncle’s seat, that I took that night?

 

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