I wanna buy the blue butterfly duck scarf but it costs $100+. The nude butterfly bag looks awesome too.
Haizz! Financial struggles of a student.
I FINALLY SAW FALLING SNOW! I was so excited. I almost screamed looking at those beautiful white flakes.
Itulah jakun nampak snow.
I kinda regret not taking many pictures though.
Ok, I have sidetracked. What I will be mentioning now will be related to the title of this post.
“Havana oh na-na
Half of my heart is in havana oh na-na
He took me back to East Atlanta na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana….”
I switched off the alarm.
“SHUT!! I HAVENT PACKED!!”
I took a bath and hurriedly packed my stuff into the luggage. As I was throwing all my notes, textbooks and files into the luggage, I muttered to myself,
“OMG I have only three hours left. Itulah suka buat things last minute.”
Called the cab and the next thing I knew I was having a small talk with the taxi driver. Annoying! I hate small talks. Like it is a waste of my breath. Reached the airport fifteen minutes later and found myself standing at the back of queue snaking around the corners of the airport. After what seemed like an eternity, I walked towards the counter and gave my passport. AND GUESS WHAT?
UPGRADES TO BUSINESS CLASS ARE AVAILABLE. PLEASE ASK FOR ASSISTANCE.
Those words on the counter desk were staring right at me. I could not believe it at first. I read it again.
“Eh boleh upgradelah!
Should I ask or not?
Mintaklah. sekali complimentary upgrade
Aniya kalau kena bayar, macam mana? I am running low in cash now.
They accept debit card or not?
Aniya kalau upgrade malu sey. Mesti jakun duduk kat business class
Eh tapi if i anyhow press button kat business class seat abih entah apa nanti keluar. Malulah.”
(I was talking to myself by the way.)
“Here are your tickets. Thank you.”
I took the tickets and wore a fake smile.
I swear it was one of the most regrettable episodes in my entire life.
I trudged towards Marks and Spencer with my heavy carry on bag while muttering to myself how stupid I was. What a good way to start off the day. As I was on my way to have a depressing breakfast, I saw two women in their thirties or early forties looking at me. One of them was carrying a baby while clutching a boy’s hand. I supposed they were her children. They approached me.
“Are you taking ABC airlines?” she asked.
I nodded. (Of course, there is no such thing as ABC airlines… I think? I don’t want to reveal which airline I’m taking just because.)
“Can she (pointing to the woman with kids) follow you? She cannot speak English. She also 1 o’clock.”
She repeated the exact same thing.
The woman with kids did not give off the demeanour of an evil person. Besides, it will only take a while.
I think she said thanks. I can’t remember. Anyway, I wanted to eat at M n S but there were not enough seats for the four of us so I decided to take my breakfast at a cafe nearby. I took a seat. They sat with me. As I was about to stand up and tell the woman that I wanted to buy food, she said to me with sign language that she was going to buy food and asked me to look after the baby. I was like ok but
“I haven’t taken my breakfast and it is almost 2 in the afternoon.
(Again, I was talking to myself.)
The baby girl sitting next to me was staring at me. I smiled hoping that she knew I wasn’t a bad person. I fear that she would cry so I touched her small hands and said
“Promise me you dont cry?”
She looked at me.
Silence means consent.
I took out my phone and whatsapped my parents telling them that I have checked in and….
“Waahhhhh waaahhhhh waaahhh” Sorry but I guess that is how you spell a baby crying. No?
I was like NO. Freaking NO.
I put away my phone and tried to calm her down.
I carried her in my arms but realised that I had no clue how to carry babies so I just made her stand on the seat.
“Waaahhhhh waaahhh!!!” she cried while looking at a a certain direction. I turned and saw a group of boys teasing her. I was like you freaking guys have nothing better to do is it?
She wailed again. At this moment, everyone in the cafe looked at me.
“She is not mine!” I wished I have shouted that.
I tried to pat her back.
“Okay dont cry lets zikir together okay. La ilaha illallah. La ilaha illallah. La ilaha illallah.”
She looked at me and stopped wailing.
I heaved a sigh of immense relief.
I did it.
“I can be a mother now.”
I smiled to myself. I was so proud of myself until she started crying a few seconds later.
I called my mum and explained the situation that I was stuck in and she went like
“Why did you say yes? Are you a fool? What if they are involved in a child prostitution syndicate? Or child kidnapping? Leave them now!”
That was so unexpected.
“No, they look like good people.”
“You’re making me mad now. I told you to be cautious in the airport. I told you if anyone wants to put their things in your bag because their luggage already exceed the weight, YOU SAY NO!
“Yeah, but you didnt say anything about babies.”
My father joined in.
“LEAVE THEM NOW!”
“Relax. I am sure it is nothing. How can I leave the baby here alone?”
“Wait, so you are alone with the baby? Where is the mother?”
“She said she wanted to buy food but she is taking too long.”
“See I told you confirm they are in a syndicate! Just go to the departure hall now.”
“Ok, I will call you back later.”
“No don’t put down the phone.”
I looked for the mother and I could hear my mum praying that I would be safe on the other line.
I was frantically searching for the mother and the other woman. Both were nowhere to be seen. The woman who could converse in English told me that she would be right back but
“Where is she?
Wait, did she tell me that she is coming back?
Duh! She said she needs to use the washroom.
Or did she?
I cant recall.
Maybe it was my imagination.
To be continued…