The Sexual Harassment of Dato' Z: Part 1

i tengah mengelamun. dekat nurse counter. harini dok Emergency Department lagi. i rasa baek bos bagi i kekal dudok sini ja.

Sister Salbiah datang tekedek2. sakit lutut gamaknya orang tua ni. dah agak dah. sanggup datang jejauh dari Daycare Clinic ni. mesti nak...

"Kisa! Kak Biah datangggggg!" tebiat orang tua ni. dia agak bimbo juga. macam teletubbies.

"Kisa.. harini gaji kann..." Sister Salbiah berkias.

"Ye sister. Kisa pahamm. tapi tak cucuk duit lagi. petang nanti Kisa singgah Daycare Clinic boleh?" i explain. 

Sister Salbiah cebik muka. betambah buruk. lol.

"ala sister. jangan gitu. Kisa janji. masa lunch ok" i pujuk.

oh. bulan ni turn dia dapat duit kutu. banyak juga. satu kepala 500. 6 kepala dah 3000. sapa takmau? 

sister angguk. lepastu blah. maybe pegi kutip dekat ahli2 kutu yang laen. kalau tak main kutu ni, i memang sah-sah la tak menyimpan. habis keluar duit, bukan macam air mengalir dah. macam air keluar masa orgasm ok. lucahhhnyaa

harini tak busy.

ada sorang patient Dato' gatal nak mampos je. Datok Z (bukan nama sebenar ya). kann. dengan bodyguard takmo pisah. dengan bodyguard2 sanggup kena radiation masa buat CT scan. adelah sangat bangang disitu, sanggup mati sel sperma demi tuan tercinta dengan gaji yang tak seberapa.

"you cantik. orang sabah eh? dah kawin?". i senyum. apsal sabah? kenapa tak kelantan? muka kadazandusun ke i?

"dah kawin dato'" i malas nak menjalang. buruk. bau rokok. and ada lung mass dalam paru2 dia. i harap2 sangat its a cancer. 

i dengar dia bisik ngan bodyguard dia. "hmm boleh main ni. sedap"

i was like.

tua kutuk.

i cepat2kan admit dia pergi ward. biar staff nurse ward pulak jadi mangsa rogol imaginary dia. blerghh. kalau Datin tau, mesti Datin sedih. aaaaaaada i kesah?

i habis syif pukul lima. Marissa janji nak pergi pasar malam sama-sama dengan i. kalau Ma ada kat rumah, angkut sekali. so Ma tak payah masak.

i nak carik Lompat Tikam ngan laksam.

love, MarkisaImran.

Chronology of Kak Engku Nora

"Kisa, you tengok gegambar ex you pergi vacation ni. tengok la tengok la" Marissa tunjuk phone dia.

i tediam. gamam. sikit surprised. Kay pegi vacation? post breakup pegi vacation? hebat jantan ittew.

i, Marissa dengan Kak Engku tetengah duduk melayan Pavlova dekat Alexis. jarang dapat jumpa Kak Engku. orang panggil Nora. nama penuh Nor Azimah binti Kahar. Kak Engku tu title sajork. tanda respect dekat warga emas yang berjaya. self-motivation untuk i.

macam i, still pangkat 'little princess' lagi. hik.

she's a successful strong women. after kena cerai with her hubby, i tengok makin strong. cekal dalam hidup. janda. anak takdak. tapi semua benda lain dia ada. ape nak kesah kan? umur lagi kertu dari i. tapi muka, dressing, vouge. rambut senget. fefeeling rihanna.

elok2 lepas buat rambut, Marissa jumpa dia kat gym, ajak makan sekali. orang tua tu high taste. in sense of fashion. food. kerja. bab2 pergi vacation. taste in Men. superb. classy. mak hayam kelas bangsawan. gila tak kenal Kak Engku Nora?

"MARISSA!" Mak Engku Nora sikit jerit. tekedu waiter bangla yang baru kena marah ngan Kak Engku tadi, sebab tak repeat order. tak ngikut SOP katanya. kesian. kalau Kak Engku jadik bos dia, mau kena seksa zahir batin.

"ni yang aku tak bekenan ni. ko tau Kisa baru lepas breakup. idah tak abes lagi. kalau boyfren dia mati, tanah kubur tak kering lagi ok. kau pegi cucuh balek budak ni kenapa?! kesian dia. heyyyyyyy tak pahammmm aku". kak Engku silang tangan kat dada. muka serius. mendongak angkat dagu. nampak kedut2 Kak Nita. serum plasenta biri-biri + vitamin C + skin treatment hari2, tak bekesan kat kulit leher meh? lol. sila pakai turtle neck next time. matilaaa carot Kak Engku.

i diam ja. sesambil belek-belek gambar Kay. jantan tak guna ittew. sesambil nyuap kek ke mulut. dia block i from facebook. tu sebab i tak bole view/stalk dia. eh buat apa nak stalk dia pun. i left him. he's the one yang patut i yang block. well well well. men with middle age crisis perhaps.

but i wonder why dia tak block Marissa.

"ala Kak Engku. Kisa ok" i smile. buat muka innocent.

"ala ko jangan nak menipu aku la. aku terrrajang karang".

eleh nak terajang orang. kaki ade gout.
ada hati yaa.

"ala. tak sedeh ape pon. Rissa nak tunjuk Kisa yang dia happy. so Kisa tak payah la sedeh2" Marissa nyampuk.

"ko nampak garfu ni? skali aku cocok, x pasal. hah, ni la budak2 skarang,bla bla bla bla..." Kak Engku pot pet pot pet. bangla yang kene marah tu macam da tak brani nak datang sini dah. pandang je tengok kak engku bebel. pre menopos sangat Kak Engku harini.

"provokasi! jangan buat depan akak lagi!'

Marissa gulung gulung rambut baru i. sambil tengok muka i.

"oh dia happy sekarang. i pon happy. ada uols semua support"

Kak Engku cebik muka. jeling i.

"Kak Engku jangan buat muka ketat sangat la. no big deal punn" i cakap.

"kalau suka, pandang. kalau tak suka kalih tempat lain." attittude. Marissa tahan gelak.

brape kali daaa Kak Engku kena main ngan laki ni. im so sure she's not like this before. mesti innocent ja. sampai jantan tu pijak kepala. kalau tak, takkan sampai menyinga macam sekarang.

i decided. i need a vacation too perhaps. ajak Marissa pergi Cameron Highland sudah. or Pantai Klebang.


i habiskan the dessert cepat-cepat.
ooh balik. besok kerja pagi-pagi oi.


Love, Markisa Imran.

Makeover: Part 2

i woke up.

i raba-raba carik jam tangan Michael Kors i. sebab jam loceng i dah baling kucing sebab cirit atas my bedsheet. tapi tak kena kucing. kena my wardrobe instead. tebelah dua jam Hello Kitty ittew.

its almost 2pm. and kepala berat..

i lapar. Marissa kat gym lagi. ajak dinner. DINNER YAA. dekat Lembah Tengah. i tak suka makan dekat Lembah Tengah. i ajak makan kat Taman instead. i belom even makan my lunch yet. so i pegi McDonalds dekat cheras ni. i makan bubur sajork. epic fail number one. cuba nak elak fastfood. i makan nasik instead. fuck my life.

i drove around. i think i'm gona color my hair again. step one of the makeover. asalnya memang la brunette. obsessive untok fefeeling silly blonde tak ada. saja nak tukar2.

my bos, one of the old Nursing Supervisor tak bagi. tua kutuk tu cakap tak professional. fefeeling pelacur. indirectly. i tampar skali baru tau. CEO weols rambut merah ok? and takde maknenye rambut natural nyonya jinjang-kepong warna merah. dengan CEO2 tu i tampar kalau pecat i sebab kaler rambut. tak pasal.



i parked dekat U punya tempat parking. macam haram yaa parking tetengah hari.

i pakai kasut. harini nak pakai gladiator hazab. Kak Bibah beli dekat Rome. kirim. nak pegi sendiri tak lepas. takdak TanSri lagi nak speedo.

i memang drive barefoot. sebab i bole tau brape 'dalam' minyak i tekan. lol. eh biar la? penah ok i pakai heels, pastu sangkut dekat brake pedal. mengaum kejap. dekat traffic light.

i pegi dekat salon rambut ni. takdela cantik mana. selalu dekat KLCC. tapi harini nak curr dengan Marissa. sempat kut.


"Halo madam! welcome. haircut? wash? highlights? extension?" ada hadek2 approach.


"skius me? MISS. bukan madam." i roll my eyes. period.

dia sengeh. ada amoi rambut pacak datang tolak tepi hadek2 tu. budak baru agaknya. promosi macam rumah urut kaki dekat Changkat Bukit Bintang.


"yes Miss, can i help you?"


"color. cut. PROFESSIONAL. junior xnak." boleh? i jawab. dia tunjuk tempat duduk. i duduk la. dia tarok chinese tea. maen2 selak2 rambut.

skali ada Ah Seng datang. hamagad. meremvess.

"Aaron?" i tegur.

"skius me?" dia jawab.

"no. your face. like Aaron Kwok". he smiled. i bet dah banyak bitches told him the same.

i belek the catalogue. sesambil mata menjalang everywhere. nyonya depan buat perming. pondan on my left buat treatment. and my right ada abang kepala pulau. tah stail apa yang dia nak potong pon i taktau.

i tunjuk kat 1 sample. I'm going ash grey this time.

Marissa mesti tekejut beruk. Ma mesti tak bagi balik rumah slagi rambut tak itam.

"leng lui. mau potong rambut?" maybe dia tengok rambut i panjang.

"maybe. hmm. maybe not." no no. nanti tak bole libas2 muka orang.

habis. kena tarah beberapa rat. sekali i nengok depan cermin, macam Tilda Swinton yang actress cerita Narnia yang belakon jadik White Witch tu. what ev~


sesambil duduk tunggu Marissa, i duduk dekat MooCow makan frozen yoghurt. i prefer TuttiFrutti lagi.

i belek2 brochure gym yang Marissa bagi. like seriously i'm gona do this shit? i takut sebulan dua je. pastu nan hado.

mahal la. i can get new shoes every month with that price of gym membership. or i bole makan TGI Fridays few times dengan Ma.


should i?


havang2 gym are worth to watch, worth to touch.



Love, MarkisaImran.

Makeover: Part 1

its 10am in the morning.

i tak keluar awal. cuz i know some marathon thingies is going on through the city centre. jalan tutup here and there. i don't do marathon. i might be participate in first aid team. or join amoi2 yang passing-passing drinking water tu. cuci mata pun ya. tengok bebola abang runner berayun. snap snap. mampu?

i had 2 banana and some tea. i can't tolerate caffeine anymore. gives me massive headache. and its so gona rosakkan my precious Sunday.

i'm so going to the gym today. Marissa cakap body i tak proportioned. tetek besar. bontot takda. i punya la bediri depan cermin. ada la dalam 400-500 kali posing. iya jugak. kaki i macam buluh. kalau kene langgar, senang2 je i jadik macam Manisha Koirala dalam cerita 'Mann'.

kenapa eh?

i bukan duduk ngangkang sajork keje nya. kerja type yang jalan sana sini. kaki TETAP takde shape pun. perlu kah i call Kevin Zahri untuk problem ni? i call dia melarat ke bende lain karang. kann.

"come la join the gym. you'll possessed legs like mine in a jiffy" Marissa show off.

i said no. not yet. months ago. and now I'm regretting it. LEPASNI NAK PAKAI JUBAH+BURQA JA! tutu semua! mandi dekat swimming pool pon pakai Burqini instead of bikinis! ttibe.

i sampai rumah.

Ma takda. Pa lagi la takda. kucing je ada.

masuk bilik. lock the door.

i strip over.
depan cermin. tengok lagi skali.

i can pull out my tummy. 2-3 cm protrudes out.
my boobs and my pectorals muscle takdak tone. push-up bras do all the tricks.
flat ass.
skinny leg. hairy. i need waxing. immediately.
pouchbags. under my arms.

berjangkit. mata starts scanning my whole body. pushing-pusing. blaming myself. kenapa ex boyfriend cari lain. kenapa takda orang dekat. tipu lah kalau kata 'takda kena mengena dengan physical attractions'. mengarut. its all about physical baby.

my hair. tah jadi pesen apa tah.
my eyebags.
kening besepah.
kaki busuk. pakai rubber shoes lama sangat.
i smell macam Dettol antiseptic all the time.


i weight myself. plus 2 kg. i tap my head. slightly kick the penimbang away. then i timbang again. just to make sure.

26, ugly, and forever alone. i can't complain much. its my fault. i aint obsess to be cantik pun. tapi bila dah macam ni. nak nanges.

i baca some article, a wife yang struggling to look good. for her husband. beli susu macam2. beli corset ribu2. turn 5 kilo. tup tup tau husband dah kawin laen. sial ek?

makeover, starts now.
Marissa, i need your mulut puaka to challenge me to do all those shits and stuff. untok i konfiden catwalk depan Pavilion TOPLESS.




Love, MarkisaImran.

Datin Munah: Obsessive-ness of Datin Bimbo

i kene tendang pegi Emergency Department lagi harini. sebab tak enough staff.

a patient. datang. unusual nausea. pening kepala. rebahhh kat rumah. datang. MO bengon hantar for CT scan. fucking fussy. tak boleh gerak lepas baring atas trolley. nak alih alih kena pakai padslide. kencing kat bedpan. haus. lapar.

"Miss, can i get your last day of your perid date please. before we proceed the scan" technologist tanya.

"im not sure. i had an intercourse 3 days a week. and my last period is about 4 weeks ago"

i was like, 3 days a week. and she's 48 yrs old. impressive. its like doing marathon 3 days a week. tapi saket kepala sikit dah paralyze. makan babi banyak sangat ni.

SN Mila dah cubit2 tangan i. annoyed dengan that patient. "i wish she's really pregnant. nanti anak masok umur highschool, umur dia dekat-dekat nak mati" Mila carot.

i smiled. 1st day period today. malas nak banyak cakap. i need to sit. i got a text message.

"Hello Markisa. jom pegi lunch today?"

from Datin Munah.

"sorry i buat double syif today. tak cukup orang" simple. pastu she call few times. showing some true possessive element there. i didnt answer.

"Datin, i'm on duty now. sorry". i off my phone. gila.

i sat in the oncall room. breathless. i saw some blood drops on my shoes. i wipe it with some alcohol swap. then i tepandang the bed. teringat Dr Nua. i senyum gatal. i miss him. like hell. but he's out of the country. doing some shit and stuff kat seberang. whatever.

Marissa message. ajak makan satay tonight. i wish i can. "Sorry babe. i curr double tonight. carik duit for New Zealand trip next year. i hope Maori's dick are worth await."

Marissa send a pic message. half of her boob. with a smiley. gila.

...


its 10.35pm. patient in an out ramai2 buat masa jadi sekejap. i switch on my phone. 14 misscalls. separoh dari Datin Bimbo. few from bakri. i ignored em. tanak tanak tanak. bodoh punya olang tak paham bahasa.

i skipped my dinner. i suruh budak porter beli burger gerai. teringin. haram jadah tak nampak sampai la ni. i makan Tiger Biscuit Dr Prema punya. the only MO yang suke sedekah jariah kat staff. walapon biskot. MO laen? makan staff punya lagi ada. potong konek la kalau theyolls contribute something, selain dari nurses day. tu pun weols kene buat muka mintak sedekah.

i dont know. something wrong with the air cond tonight. panas. or its just me.

i tukar kasut terus. so flat rubber shoes. jari-jari i cant feel anything. numb. and it smells funny. i should beli that colored crystal kat Watson for rendam kaki. to kurangkan bau kaki of course. lol. kalau tenyeh kat muka Dr Azam sedap neh. foot fetish. kann~

i got message from Bulu. my good friend. he's a sonographer. working dekat hospital gomen.

"hey Kisa, aku ada kat kedai Kak Tijah ni. dah makan? aku beli"

"nak. u datang sorang?" i tanya. tebiat ka Bulu datang offer makanan.

"aku with someone. bawak dia makan sini". Bulu adelah romeo. konsep percintaan dia adalah [Hubungan mesti tak lebih dari 2 minggu]. tapi dia jenis hangover. bukan main puki sangat pun.

"tapau. aku tunggu depan mortuary macam biasa" i sakat.

"jangan la doh. kang taktau tu ko yang betul ke tidak" Bulu bising. kecoh.

"tempat biasa" i reply. ok dapat nasik lemak tonight. dandan nak puasa besok, vagina bleed pulak. kalau hari2 camni, orang panggil i 'Bedebah Noor' instead.


lonely. makan nasik lemak dalam pantry sorang2. Sister tido atas sofa bedengkur macam babi. kepala mendongak. hidong kembang kuncup lagi menyerlahkan kebabian. kan. bising je.

i tengok gambar2 lama. with my ex. merembes air mata. sesambil makan nasik lemak tu. tak ke sedehhh & patheticnye i. i called Marissa. HARAPAN nak tenang n pujuk i. kene carot lagi ada. tanak kawan Marissa 2 menet.



Love, MarkisaImran

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.


...


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.

...

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.

....


oh tengok-tengok dah sampai hospital. tak jem.



to be continued...

Datin Munah: Mukaddimah

ugh. i wasn't suppose to work today. but i buat locum (part time) dekat Emergency Department. in the Yellow Zone. i pakai heels today. nampak tinggi sikit. sebab i start my shift at seven. and i'll finish at three in the noon. then i buleh tukar to my sandal saja.

i got message from Ma.

"Datin Munah datang today. bawak nasik arab. kalau boleh, balik awal. makan sekali"

ugh that Datin. kalau Datok mati still bawak title 'Datin' meh? bimbo me.

i tak reply. ampun, i'm so busy Ma. i bukan keje ofis ya. dudok dalam ekon, kangkang depan bos. Dr Azam the stupid doctor keep asking me doing unnecessary things. semua pompuan yang saket perot, hantar x-ray, ultrasound. end up normal. perot penuh tahi. amek blood. anta sample. anta patient pergi ward. he's clumsy. killed a few patients sebab lembab nak mampos. set IV line pegang-pegang tangan i. mamak tak sedar diri.

i miss Dr Matt. And Dr Nua. dirty threesome in my mind when they're around. Dr Matt is more like a best friend. but Dr Nua is... la la la. on-call room jadi saksi. matilaa~

i had some yoghurt. Sister Saodah dekat triage. front counter. so dia tak kacau i today. kalau tak, lagi macam harom. i ingat i gadoh dengan that stupid bitch dulu. she lost the sample, and tuduh i. end up dia yang misplace sample dalam office dia. tak pasal kene stupid ngan i. nyanyok tak pasal. brani dia kan?

kalau masa muda, sister ni i bayangkan muka dia sebijik macam Najwa Latip. hidung jambu air. R&R tapah mari. sial kan mulut i?

then i dapat message from Marissa "HOI POMPUAN! DATIN GILA DATANG RUMAH. i wish Ma and Pa tak kena stroke!"

i replied "HOIH MULUT. yeah i know. Ma message me earlier. apa dia nak? siap bawak nasik arab"

"you lah!" Marissa jawab pendek.

"did she bring along her son yang asshole tu?" i replied.

"mana i tau. go la balik"

"MARISSA! WE GOT A MOVIE TO CATCH TONIGHT! I DONT WANNA GO HOME AND JUMPA THAT ASS!" sekali caps lock phone i orgasm.

"oh. lupa. i booked oredy. don't be late. otherwise i'll send you pic yang topless tu. to that ass. biar dia masturbate tengok"

i send her a picture message. a picture of my middle finger.


...


i finish my chores. handling the remaining cases to the noon shift nurse. ugh. male nurse kat emergency tak taste. dekat operation room lagi taste. looking hot in scrub suit.

"Kisa, nasik lemak ko tak makan?" SN Cassandra tanya.
"takmo. see my muffin tops?" i selak baju tunjuk perut.

SN Cassandra senyum. orang Philippinos. pandai cakap melayu. cantik. tapi pendek. slalu i suruh dia kenalkan hot2 Pinoy kat i. kikikiki


i left my car dekat hospital. i took the train to the City Centre. Marissa abes classes at 3. movie at 5.30. sempat. more convenient amek train. kalau i pakai my car, traffic memang memantat tengah2 hari ni. i tak faham why.

i took the train. ugh. banyak mamat indon. bau gudang garam! bluwekk. teringat i jerit kat dalam tren. mase naek ngan my goodfriend, "ada bau mayat tak?". kenapa? that guy in front of me try to tunjuk his biceps sesambil pegang tiang tren, while tshirt bawah ketiak basah, and yes. he's in need of pewangi jenazah immediately.


panas today. but no more haze. i met Marissa. "hey pompuan! tutup pusat bekerak!" i sikit yelled. pakai baju amoi sungei wang plaza singkat singkat.

"ahh shadap! i pakai cardigan nanti sejuk dalam cinema." she tak wear makeup. but she looks decent. she's ugly kalau over makeup. slalu kene carot ngan i.

Marissa hands on her phone. "see your ex. pegi melancong lagi. sakan kat instagram"

"Marissa? why are you doing this to me?" i buat muka serius. tangan naek macam nak tampar.

Marissa ngade elak-elak. people around us tengok. tengok la. bukan kene bayar. kikikiki


she just angkat bahu. showing 'well he's happy without you bitch'.


i malas nak fikir. i'm living my fab life now. we had lunch together and movie.

then balek. almost nine pm.

"erk... keta pompuan gila tu still ada kat rumah! tido sini ke what?" i yelled. tutup muka with bantal merah yg Marissa beli kat ikea. bau kepam. i bet there's a DNA stain on that cushion.

"jom carik hotel!" Marissa selamba badak.

"tak boleh. Ma risau nanti. i bole cakap i on-call. you tak boleh! nanti bising!"

we went in. sneaking macam perompak. jengket-jengket.

i saw Ma, Pa, Datin Munah and her son, Bakri. we both smile. salam. and leave masuk bilk. i saw Bakri pandang macam Abang Dollah si pak guard punya pandang. maybe he already raped me and Marissa in his dirty little mind.

"eh tak balik lagi Datin?" i tanya. i nak sambung 'datin tido sini? takde rumah ke? harta datok dah kene telan bumi ke?' tapi Ma dah jeling. rolling eyes. i paham. kalau nak kene tampar, cakap.



... sape Datin tua kutuk ittew? sapa Bakri? ape yang jadik kat on-call room ngan Dr Nua?

to be continued...