As a child, I had this tendency of vommitting everytime ayah drove at the hilly side. Talk about the times when he had to stop driving because I wanted to throw up or when he had to throw a plastic bag which was full of my puke. Talk about the amount of oranges I had to eat and smell throughout family vacations.
Kuala Pilah and Jelebu were not my favourite destination. Cameron Highland was great and my parents had to travel at night to make sure I was sleeping. I vomitted several times from Seremban to Kangar when I was visting my aunt. The Boks were talking about it, I was hurt but I just couldn't control the content of my stomach. Too bad.
Everyone was wondering where my future husband will come from, considering I always have problems during travelling. Guess what? I'm still wondering until today;P
During my final semester in UNITEN, I was required to attend a class in a week at a place called Bandar Muadzam Shah in Pahang. The journey was horrendous; considering that I had to take two buses just to attend a class in a week. Dr. Nasir, my lecturer, had always wondered why I had to travel.
The answer was easy: I would go home during weekends when I was studying in Bangi. So, my final semester with one class a week in Bandar Muadzam Shah would never going to change me. I still went back to Seremban to see my parents.
So, after finishing my class, I would hop into the old blue bus called Bas Mara from Bandar Muadzam Shah to a small town called Bahau. The journey was intresting, with the smell of rubber scrapes and people from the estates. The sound of the screw creaking was my music. The scenery was dark and green, depending whether I passed the palm oil or rubber plantation. It was hot and smelly for at least two and half hours so I had to munch and inhaled at least three oranges.
After I got down from the Bas Mara, I would hop into a Transnasional bus to take a journey from Bahau to Seremban. It would take approximately one hour and I loved the journey a lot! I always love the kampong side and Negeri Sembilan traditional houses, so that journey was a sight-seeing at the same time. However, bear in mind that I had to pass Bukit Putus. Therefore, I had to close my eyes while munching and inhaling on more oranges.
The moment I saw the old clock at the Seremban Commuter Station was the time I had to get down. Then I bought a ticket to KL Sentral and endured a train journey. I did not take oranges anymore at that moment as I was nearly exhausted. I couldn't stomach any food and I would doze of easily with sour smell in my mouth.
Once I reached KL Sentral, I would immediately catched an LRT to KLCC. I was fortunate, considering that journeying via Putra was not that long. The journey was dark with only few stops. But, by the time I was in the train it would be 5.00 p.m so I had to stand up with my red Tropicana knapsack which kept my cloth and my heavy hard cover books in my arms.
"KLCC" - the digital voice announced. I stepped into the luxurious, branded sections. But that was not my destination. My oranges were in my bags but I didn't have to eat it anymore. I washed my mouth and walked straight passed the places I wanted to be to one place I had to be: the seat in front of the mosque at 5.30pm.
I made it.
There he was, smiling while he greeted me. He always had this tired face because he was walking from the building nearby. He just got back from work. Though I was the one who was tired, I couldn't show it.
Talk about a man who just got back from work.
We went to the mosque and we ate the dinner I bought. Then we talked and walked before I had to go home to Seremban at 8.00p.m after Maghrib.
I had to take the Putra before the transit in KL Sentral. It was the peak hours because people were busy travelling from work, so I had to stand at least until I reached UKM station. By the time I reached Seremban it would be 10p.m and my cab would be waiting for me to go home.
At the end of the day, I would be too tired. Most of the time, by the time I reached home, I would throw away the content of my stomach into the toilet bowl.
Muadzam Shah - Bahau - Seremban - KL Sentral - KLCC
For the sake of our relationship.
I did it every week for at least three months.
I thought I was in love.
I didn't know why he was so sensitive. I was busy with my study and I thought that as someone who further his study as well, he would understand my condition. But he was not. He insisted on meetings, and when I could, he cancelled it the last minute. When I said I couldn't, he would sulk the whole day.
One day, we fought and I got ill. It would be three more days before my final exam, so I switched off my handphone and rested.
The next day, I switched on my handphone and we broke into a fight again. This time, he called the relationship off.
Talk about pain.
Talk about anger.
I was 22 years old and there was one thing I regretted the most:
Why didn't I broke the relationship before he did? He managed to do it before me so it looked like he was the one who dumped me. On the eve of my final exam in my final semester which was going to determine my future.
While I was the one who got mad at him.
While I was the one who got tired of sacrificing.
Talk about a day journey every week in order to eat dinner with my own boyfriend.
Who was supposed to get angry?
The day after, I took the journey to Bandar Muadzam Shah with puffy eyes and lots of oranges. I vommitted a lot - with two plastic bags full of puke. I was sick and I had to sit for my final exam after a day of breaking up.
With the sour taste in my mouth, I did it.
One fine day, I got to listen to the real story from one of his friends who was also my friend. Our college love was over because he met somebody else. He was from Terengganu and he met someone from Terengganu too. He loved the similarities he could find in both of them and he disliked the differences he could find in both of us.
Well, I was happy that our relationship ended.
I was not happy with him for several reasons.
Imagine having a boyfriend who was so embarassed of a girlfriend who spoke in English to help a tourist. Too bad, I didn't get the chance to dump him first.
That was my only regret.
Did I regret my journey?
No, I didn't.
I had lots of oranges and I learned a lot while munching and smelling it.
Vitamin C was good for me.
It gave me an A for Islamic Banking and Specialised Taxataion.
Thank you, Mr Cruella:)
Too bad he didn't appreciate the oranges.
Good that I didn't have to prepare the oranges to travel to Kuala Terengganu.
Because someone else did. I had to prepare oranges again.
Hari ini kita berpisah,
Cari boyfriend lainlah!!!
I'll tell you about that tomorrow, folks!