The Call
Saturday, July 31st, 2004
On a peaceful Friday morning, I was sleeping in, enjoying the comfort [and odor] of my pair of bantal busuk [aka ‘bantal busyuk’]. Around 12.00 pm, my phone rang. Lazily, I check and noticed it was a Malaccan number. With a yawn, I answered the call…
Me: Hewwlllrrrooooowww? [yawning]
Kak Zara: Hello, ni Fazri Nuha ye?
Me: Ya […]
