Its all started when I reach Larkin bus depot, in JB. It was 16.45 and I was desperate. All the buses to Malacca were fully booked. A young chap approached me and told me that he got a a bus ticket to Ayer Keroh( Malacca). Although it was double the normal rate, but I took it.
I was told to aboard a bus that was labelled,"JB - KL". My gut feeling does not feel good, so I stayed alert but followed the instruction. Fortunately the bus was the luxury type and well maintained, at least I got my money. During the trip, I finally learned that the driver will not detour to Malacca, but I would be alighted in the middle of the highway near the Ayer Keroh Plaza Tol.
Its was already dark when I reac
hed my destination. Afraid to get hit by incoming traffic on the road shoulder, I walked along the grassy slope towards the Plaza tol. I hoped to be greeted by Osman, but received a call from him that he would be late for an hour because of a flat tyre. With no chairs to sit and dont want to dirty my jeans, I stood all the way reading my book.
While waiting, my face and neck started to itch and its got worse by the minute. I rushed to the toilet but cant see anything from the mirror. The first thought was to reached the Quranic verse.
By the time Osman came, The face and neck already swollen and its spreading to my arm. Once I reched home, I quickly showered and applied some oilment.
God will, everytime turned back to normal in the morning. Phew!!!