Datin Munah: Prelude of Bakri the Asshole

i was having breakfast. before i pegi kerja. ada lepat labu. mesti Makcik Ghulam depan umah bagi ni. slalu bagi kuih2 lebih tak abes jual. nasib baik sedap. some snow flower tea.

"Datin Munah datang nak apa smalam? dari tengah hari stay sini. rumah dia takde air ke?" i tanya Ma.

Ma senyum senget sebelah. macam ada Bel's Palsy. sanggul rambut Ma longgar.

"takdela. ajak sembang je. ala hal makcik-makcik" Ma jawab tengah2 susun pinggan dalam dishwasher.

"anak jantan dia pun dari siang2 lagi da datang?" with nada annoying. plus sarcastic.

"Bakri? takdela. dia datang lepas maghrib. amek mama dia balik". Ma macam malas nak layan.

mesti ada sumthing ni. fishy.


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Ma jumpa Datin Munah lama dah. masa zaman i highschool. dekat some event kat Penang. masa tu husband dia belum gol lagi. Dato' ape tah nama. lupa. then bila husband dia dapat heart attack. dramatically, on his second wedding with second wife, Datin Munah betambah2 kaya claim insurance money. so Dato' mati ke hidup balk ke, i don't think it would make any differences.

Bakri sebaya Marissa. businessman. spoiled. anak sorang. apa nak, dapat. kaki betina. i rasa maybe dia ada HIV. or Herpes. i rasa la. muka ala2 Hans Isaac. tapi huduh lagi. ala ala level bawah tapak kaki Hans Isaac.

banyak kali dah cobaan nak kenen2 kat i. like seriously, i cakap kat Ma, i taknak. i rela kawen ngan arwah Dato' comparing ngan anak dia. Ma pon paham. kot. tapi sampai la ni, layan jugak? takde bohsia laen ke nak carik? IM FUCKIN EXPENSIVE. tak boleh dibeli2. unless Pangeran Muda Brunei Darussalam nak masok line. i on. hee

minimum physical mesti macam ni. yummeh.

salam tangan Ma. i cakap i balik lambat today. Marissa dah pegi jog kat mana tah. pegi keje. tetengah drive, i teringat cobaan Bakri ngorat i. yeah. we used to went out. once.

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it was a a dinner. yang di-set up by that Datin bimbo.

"i tak bole la tak makan steak ngan wine. i hope u don't mind" Bakri bangga minum air setan.
"oh its fine. i minum ribena je. hope u don't mind too" saja carrot.

i tak suka orang cakap besar. ada itu. ada ini. i bet he got a small dick, with bulu macam pokok2 serai, with big appetite. cakap pasal business, his ex, his Datin Munah fabulous life, etcetera etcetera.

dude, please. i'm trying to enjoy my steak. shut the fuck up?

i jeling-jeling. buat-buat message orang, padahal main angrybird.

then keluar. jejalan la konon. teserempak ngan betina mana tah "Bakri!" pompuan tu jerit.
si jantan ni tehegeh2 la lambai2 peluk2 and yes, comolot.

oh pompuan from Lebanon. again, i lupa nama dia. dressing macam placur. fefeeling couture.

bakri kenalkan, kawan clubbing dia. i was like, bitch please. you yang infect Bakri ngan your herpes from pepet you yang kotor tu kan? i smiled. and keep on diam.

lepastu pompuan tu ajak pegi to the nearby bar. dekat Changkat Bukit Bintang. Bakri ajak. i geleng kepala. i said i ngantuk. and tired. memang tired pon.

and then.



"ok you bole drive kan? you balek dulu lah. i'm abit tipsy" he give me his car key.

i was like. .... .... .... .... .... ....


"takpelah. Marissa's nearby. she'll fetch me home" i waved goodbye. and jalan.

he walk away to the pub with that GRO. gelak-gelak. peluk-peluk.



i bukak my handbag. and,
"KIMAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" i jerit dalam handbag.

orang pandang. i buat-buat bimbo. i betulkan my hair. then i continue walking.


lepastu i balek naek Tren. sial kan. sial. sial. sial. sial punya jantan.
then dia ajak date, manjang je i cakap no.

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oh tengok-tengok dah sampai hospital. tak jem.



to be continued...