i arrived at the airport today with one backpack, a oversized bag as if it was full of stones and my laptop. i am early this time, hoping to surf the free wifi. immediately went to the baggage scanning machine and then checking that everything is okay. no overweight incident this time. i planned things carefully. as i was transferring some shirts and toiletries into my brown blown up bag, a chinese uncle approached me.
uncle: &8*$%#^& (chinese words)
me: dui bu qi, wo bu hui jiang hua
uncle: hua wen? kwantong? hokkien?
me: wo bu hui jiang hua. wo shi malai ren.
uncle: ooo.. kenapa u keluar-keluar barang itu?
me: saya nak bagi berat dia cukup2
uncle: o.. dia tidak cek ka nanti? u dah scan tadi ma...
me: tidak apa la uncle. sama saja nanti dia scan semua benda lagi masa masuk.
uncle: ya ka?
me: ya la uncle.
uncle: bolehka bawak brg2 banyak ini?
me: boleh.
uncle: o.. eh, sekarang byk org pandai ckp cina ho..
me: ya la.. my mum is chinese
uncle: oo.. u myanmar ha?
i was dumb-founded, don't know what to respond.
me: bukan, bukan... my mum.
uncle: o.. myanmar!
cis. uncle ni mmg mencabar iman aku ni
uncle: u mau pergi mana?
me: penang.
uncle: jumpa sapa?
me: kakak. mau keja sana.
ekspresi muka uncle tu cam ckp: hmmm.. habis la negeri aku byk org myanmar, rimas. disebabkan tak puas hati aku cuba nak terangkan jugak aku bukan orang myanmar spt dia phm. saya dari sarawak.
uncle: o...
last2 baru dia buat muka paham. sedangkan sblm ni konfius je.. adoi, uncle.
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