she arrived in the capital city at 4.45am. urghh... some other lucky souls were fast asleep in their comfy beds. and here she was at the express bus terminal, groggy with insufficient intermittent sleep, huge tote bag with laptop, notes etc hanging on her shoulder.... wandering what in the world was she doing here....at her age....
she sat down for a while, looking at the eastern skies, watching out for some glimmer of light...
when it was time she went to the tiny surau for subuh prayers. In the half-light of dawn she approached the stalls. there was piping hot nasi lemak and all related sambals, fried mee and bihun.....
she bought fried mee and 2 packets of iced lemon tea, her all time favorite.
a cab took her to the campus. no one was around at 6.30am in the morning. she went to the surau at the new block, took her medicine, ate the fried mee and drank the refreshingly cold iced lemon tea.
washed herself as best as she could. did the dhuha. the surau, sparklingly new, air conditioned, carpeted, was really comfortable.
at about 10 am she went to the room she shared with 2 other researchers. m and a certain dr t.
she worked till evening when she suddenly felt very hungry. called up her second girl dhyr who said she was on her way to pick her up. her third girl naj was coming too. she heaved a sigh of relief.
they then crawled along in the perpetual city jam to this favorite nasi lemak joint in kg. b, they packed nasi lemak, sambal kerang, bergedil, hard boiled eggs, rendang ayam. more iced lemon tea for her and iced milo for the girls. and they had a sumptuous dinner in the car parked across well-lighted klcc. what better setting for dinner can u get?
she took the 11.30 bus back to the north. and arrived home again at 5 am.
was it all just a dream?
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