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CC#5: Going home

Every year on 24th of October, i go back to my hometown to be with my family. It is my mother's birthday. I will make sure, be it rain or shine, i will be home on that particular day.

This year, there was no exception. 2 months before my mother's birthday, i booked the flight ticket back to Alor Star. Thanks to Airasia zero air fare promotion, i got my return air tickets with less than 50 ringgit.

2 weeks before the very important day, i went to shop for my mother's birthday present. I bought her a Gucci handbag... from Petaling Street. And i wrapped it with her favourite colour sugar paper, and sealed it with a ribbon.

1 day before 24th October, after i came back from work, i web checked in my flight, and printed out my boarding pass. I packed my hand luggage and put them all together with the birthday present on the table. I had to make sure everything was ready as i needed to bring them all to my work place on the following day. I would have to leave my office at 5pm and go straight to the airport to catch my flight at 8.30pm.

The next morning, as usual i walked in the office 15 minutes late but with a hand luggage and a present. Everything went on smoothly until I received a call from my client at 4.00pm. Something bad happened at one of my projects construction site and I had to be there.

By the time i came back to my office, it was already 5.30pm and i had to catch my flight at 8.30pm. Without wasting any more time, i wrapped up and rushed to the nearest bus station to catch a bus to the airport. I managed to hop onto the bus at 6pm.

Just when i thought i can sit and relax throughout the journey, the nightmare has just begun. Heavy rain started to pour. In less than 10 minutes, the traffic came into a standstill situation. Imagine you are trapped inside the traffic in Friday evening with thunder storm, and you can do nothing.

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After a 2 hour bus ride that seemed like forever for me, i finally arrived at KLIA 2. I looked at my phone, the time was 8.03pm. The boarding gate was scheduled to be closing at 8.10pm. I quickly grabbed all my stuffs and dropped off the bus and ran to the domestic departure hall. I only had less than 7 minutes. to not miss the flight.

For the first time in my life, i ran like there hell? like i had just stolen something? like there is no tomorrow.
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Thanks to the so called "user-friendly" airport design of KLIA2, I had to run for about 2km i believe and rush through 6 escalators safely without hitting on others, in order for me to get to Boarding Gate A, B, C .... M, yes Gate M. I made it in 8 min. It was my personal best i believe. And thank God, i managed to join the last low of passengers to board onto the flight.

Do you what i did first when i entered the flight? I dashed to the toilet to burst out the pee that i held for more than two hours. Huh... What a relief?! I told myself.

When i finally seated, I started to feel the pain of both my legs. The muscles cramped. I could do nothing but to sit and try to relax throughout the 1 hour ride.

Finally, I reached Alor Star Sultan Abdul Halim Aiport. When i stepped out from the arrival hall, i saw my parents already standing there and waiting for me. Looking at their happy faces, i forgot all the sweats and tears. I quickly ran to my mother, hugged her and wished her, "happy birthday, mom. Here is your present. Wait?!..."

I left the present in the bus!

Back to you, TME.

2 comments:

Adian said...

This is funny! Luckily it's not Boutique-GUCCI!

ST_one said...

I thought nobody reads my blog already, haha. thanks for the support.

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