Phone call

The telephone rang. I picked it up, i didn’t know why i did, but i did it perhaps because i didn’t know why.

“Hello, Syarikat Perkapalan Nasional.” I told, while lying to you about where i work.

“Hello, Syarikat Perkapalan Nasional eh? Perkapalan Nasional ni syarikat apa?”

“Syarikat gali minyak. Kami hanya mengali minyak gred lintah. Pekerja-pekerja kami di panggil orang minyak, boss-boss kami digelar lintah darat.” I’m not so sure if any of you would take it literally, but what i told to her, was more or less the nature of what our company did.

“Oh, macam mana saya nak jadi taukey minyak yeah?”

“Cik boleh contact nombor ini,” i browsed the phone book for a name, “nama dia Nicholas. Nombor dia zero one two, two zero three, fife (sic, being a Malay, it’s only natural to have a Malaysian accent) seven, zero three. And hello there Nicholas’s fans =)

“Dia ni Chinese ke? Dia kerja sebagai apa ye?”

“Sebagai Pegawai Penguat Kuasa. Kuasa-kuasa Melayu, semuanya di lemahkan. Suka tak?”