Rasa .....

It was past eleven when I drove my dusty Iriz across the highway. Scary . I seldom venture out of the house at this time of the night. More so on a near deserted highway at this time of the night.

Eventually arrived safely at our destination...Stesen Keretapi Arau!
Safe for a few cars,it was deserted . Far in contrast at peak hours when the commuter trains were in station.
Waited a while before the lonesome boy arrived. Nearing 12, the upper level of the station was deserted and the need for the toilet was unavoidable.
"Gerunlah mama",he said when he entered the car.
"Ya.Mmglah gerun bila sapa pun tak dak tgh malam begini". I recalled the incident when I was at the deserted train station few months back. Fetching another traveller at that wee hour.
Mcm meremang bulu roma.

Searching for a dining place at past midnight was futile. We got to straight for home.
Nasi goreng ikan masin was the remedy for a grumbling stomach that night. Kesian dia.

The next afternoon saw the three of us at Komalaut once again. And twice for the old couple. Jadi pengiring . For 90 ringgit , Mona Komalaut is quite the place for ikan bakaq.

Ada satu lagi ..... sgt.

The coming home of RBL's children made an impact on the ciklicikson husband and wife. There were the many news and exchanges between us. Revolving around daily life, work and the matter of the heart. And momma would be busy in the kitchen cooking their fav. dish.

This morning at 9.57 ,the KL bound train was boarded for the capital. Meetings scheduled until at night of the 29th awaited him.
Bila jadi ketua and in the management team kenalah be one of the team.
Buatlah kerja baik baik. I saw myself giving him my advice.
Insha Allah.berkat kerja keras, adalah rezekinya nanti....

Seeing him entering the south bound train that morning, terasa sedih juga. Orang lain sibuk nak balik kampung utk beraya,dia kena kerja sampai malam raya. .....