Earlier this year, during my Blogdrive tenure, I wrote about a little piece of drama which happened to my friend, in which I inadvertently was involved.
One bit I failed to mention then, which made the drama so very the drama is that the friend’s former fiancée works in the same building as us. She’s on the 16th floor while we worked on the 20th.
This has resulted in many awkward moments, usually involving the lift.
Last Sunday, friend’s wife delivered a healthy baby boy. No worries on that.
The awkward moment surfaced yesterday morning while I was going down to the 3rd floor tuck shop to replenish my cigarettes. It so happened that the lift (damn it to bits!) stopped at the 16th floor. I need not explain what happened next, do I?
Friend’s former fiancée engaged in small talk at first, but just as the bloody lift doors opened at the 3rd floor to provide me the escape that I was seeking, she hit me with THE question,
“Dengar Izan* dah dapat baby?”
I gave her a really awkward smile and nodded my head, “Lelaki”.
“Oh ye ke?” she replied. Was that a hint of jealousy or regret in her eyes? I could not be sure.
“Baguslah, tu. Kirim salam kat diaorang ya?,” she added, eyes already moist.
I managed a short nod before the doors closed behind me.
Next time, I’m using the bloody fire escape.
*bukan namo sebonar.