I arrived alone at KLIA at around 1 PM. With almost no money in my pocket. Earlier at Kota Bharu Airport I thought about asking my dad for some money but I thought that is quite shameful thing to do.
So I phoned my wife and asked her to bank in some money. And I waited. What a long wait it was. Waiting for money so that I can take out my car and go eat.
At last, the money came. I paid for parking RM 18. I ate lunch very late at Dengkil. I ordered a coconut at a whopping RM2.80. At my dad home, a better taste coconut is free! So that's that.
When I arrived in Kajang my sister in law and her husband were about to arrive. They stayed briefly. My mother in law want to bring my wife to my sister in law's home in Karak. She asked very politely from me. My heart was heavy but I agreed nevertheless.
That very evening I buried the dead foetus at the front yard of Kak Ti house.
That very evening I buried the dead foetus at the front yard of Kak Ti house.
So now I am here writing this blog in an extremely lonely home and an awkward situation.
RM 50 money that my wife sent was already left to cents. What a life in a city. So come to live in the city if you want to burn money!
RM 50 money that my wife sent was already left to cents. What a life in a city. So come to live in the city if you want to burn money!
