Salam and hey Peepnets! I just got back from my family
vacation trip to Kuala Lumpur (KL) last Wednesday and super tired from all the
adventures. NOT! KL is like a third-home for me, so it was just like balik kampong. (Been contemplating with
myself on this one because I still claim Sydney to be my second-home at heart
#missingSydney).
I have a story to tell. A story that will make you feel stressed
out on life like “why does this happen to
meeeeeee?” kind of story. Sit back; relax, read on and this could happen to
you too.
Well, you can also not
read it.
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It’s 11 in the morning on a hot day. Babu called just now to make sure my sister and I are ready for our
day. She did not tell us about her plan but as any other vacations, it has to
be shopping. My family is not the type to go sightseeing and exploring the
landscapes of the country kind of tourists but we usually just head-on to any
Malls, Markets and Restaurants to indulge our needs.
“Since it’s almost
lunch, why not we eat first and then we go jalan?”
Babu suggested,
before “we go shopping for my sister’s wedding”. We all agreed, as we were
super hungry as well.
Note: My breakfast this morning, a cup of Maggi, Butterscotch flavored
bun, a durian crepe leftover from last night, my brother’s potato wedges and
mineral water. Now, why am I hungry?
We ate lunch anyways. We had five types of Biryani, not a
fan of this cuisine but WOW! They’re good!
image source: my
Samsung Note II
I am half-full and I still can eat them like I had not eaten!
(I have a humongous space in my tummy that I don’t know how all food can fit in
there but it does. Not to mention, I have a protruding belly afterwards)
After lunch, we spent 9 hours of shopping including walking,
wandering around the shops, traveling by monorails, going from stations to
stations to get where we want to be. Since this trip consists of 7 people, we
don’t fancy taxis because they can only fit 4 people, sheessh!
I didn’t realize it’s 8:37pm already when we waited for our
bus ride back to the hotel and I am amazed that we did not have snacks in
between! What an achievement for a forever-hungry family! We had drinks of
course. If not, we might have died of dehydration especially in this weather!
#drama
Arrived at the hotel approximately half-an-hour later and we
went to our rooms for toilet break and whatnot. After that, zoomed off to a
nearby restaurant for dinner, placed our orders and waited. And waited. And
waited.
Sabar, sabar. Be patient. There are lots of customers. They must have
been busy in the kitchen. I told myself.
An hour later, our food arrived. All checked except one more
Nasi Ayam (Chicken Rice). Okay, so we
ordered three Nasi Ayam. Grandpop
took his plate already and left with only one.
“Nah, you have it
first,” I offered to my sister.
“I can wait,” she
said.
“No, I’m alright. I
need to reply some texts anyway,” I insisted and started swiping my smartphone.
She shrugged off and
took the plate.
You know in Islam, when you do good deeds, you gain pahala. Pahala is like you gain blessings from Allah and if you do more
good things, you gain more pahala points
and insyaAllah may we all be in
Paradise. To put it simply:
- Good deeds = Pahala = Paradise
- Bad deeds = Dosa = Hellfire
So I practically wanted pahala
the moment I offered my sister the meal. However, another hour past and all of
them finished their meals. My Nasi Ayam
is nowhere to be seen. Dad called the waiter and told him that my meal has not
arrived yet. The waiter went back in and more times past, I thought my meal
would be ready soon but he did not come back.
Dad was furious and called the waiter again. He went back in
and came back to our table and said, “The Nasi
Ayam has finished, would you like to order something else?”
At that point I wanted to punch him in the face, grabbed his
shoulder, threw him on the ground and stomped on his belly and yelled, “after
all this while, you should’ve said something!” and finished off by pouring a
cup of water on his face.
Obviously I didn’t do that to the waiter. It’s not his
fault. The cruel thing about a situation is that you didn’t know where things
went wrong. It could be the waiter, the chef, the people around them, and the
paper where they jot the orders down and so on.
I did not order anything else as I began to pack my things
and walked out. I am mad and I don’t feel like talking to anyone. All I want is
food, which I did not get. But after that point, then I realized… my pahala went away.
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So much for doing good deeds eh? I can’t help but laugh afterwards. All my effort of being nice
just went down the drain.
What are your “down the drain” moments?
- Miss P -
