The Silent Room

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Small Talk:
Busy days have left this blog stagnating for such a long, long time. For that, I apologise. Until I catch up with what’s been happening with me these past couple of weeks, here’s another story from my misadventures in Vietnam :D

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It was the fourth day of our trip, and it was a pretty long one, too. We had spent the better part of the day exploring Ho Chi Minh city on foot. Trying out a sweet place for lunch, sightseeing and getting ourselves a fantastic full-body massage [no funky business, mind you].

So we went back to the hotel, and all we wanted was a nice shower and a good rest before our flight the next day. I went into the bathroom only to realise that there was no hot water from the shower. I didn’t mind it, since it’s been a rather hot day and I needed to cool off, anyway.

After I was done, I relayed the news to Yun Chuan, who was sharing the room with me. He insisted on a hot shower, so he made a call to the front desk about the matter.

YC: Hello?
Lobby: Yes?
YC: I am from room 906, and there is no hot water coming out of the shower.
Lobby:…yes?
YC: Okay, my room is 906. There is no hot water in the shower.
Lobby:…
YC:…
Lobby:…hot water?…shower?…Okay! *click*

Fazri: How did it go?
YC: Hot water? Shower? Okay!
Fazri: ???

Of course, neither of us actually expected them to fully understand what we told them, but we figured they’d be able to figure out the problem if they sent a repairman upstairs. Without much else to do, we both chilled in the room, watching bad TV and stuff while we waited. About half an hour later, the doorbell rang, so we were both quite relieved that they actually got the message. Yun Chuan took a few Dong bills and went to get the door, and he was greeted by a smiling busboy. Cheerfully, with his arms extended, he said,

“Hot water? Shower?” while offering Yun Chuan some towels… and a Thermos flask. Filled, of course, with hot water.

Needless to say, both of us were totally dumbfucked by what we saw. After leaving the busboy his tip, Yun Chuan closed the door and looked at me. We both stared at the items in total silence for at least 10 seconds before we busted our guts from an epic bout of laughter. After pulling ourselves back together, Yun Chuan decided to surrender himself to fate and tried to shower with the hot water that the busboy kindly brought to him. You might as well go ahead and try to figure out the rest of the story.