OTR,again - Part 4.

"Typing with my sweaty palms, in my favourite KFC seating area.."

Masa aku check in sebentar tadi, tiba-tiba tekak aku rasa mual. Lutut pun ketaq.

Tuboh tak bermaya.
Jantung, toksah kiralah. Dup dap dup dap. Berdentum-dentum hentakan-nya. Agaknya, beginilah rasanya kalau orang kata rama2 dalam perut.

Apa tak nya. Masa Ms. Lai booked flite aku last week, aku merayu dia with a specific request. Nakkan plane besar. Flite yang ker Narita ker, or Kaohsiung ker, yang transit lalu ker KK.

Janji plane besar. Janji dok depan. Janji tak me-lambong-gini.

Bila aku checked in just a moment ago, diaorang beritahu aku, plane tuu tukar plane kecik. 737. Chit...Binawe.

Berpeloh sejok aku dengar.

I've read some books on these bloody anxieties and I've spoken with many people, but the problem still lingers. Weiii,. bila kena henjut sikit kat atas tuu , rasanya macam, entah, mebbe tukar jantina kot. Cut, cut, snap, zip..Terus ingat ingat kat anak2 aku. Terus teringat kat Maam..

It's all in the mind, Jo.

It's all in the mind..

It's all in the mind...

It's all in the mind....

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The flite was smooth and nothing really happen. Nothing.. Alhamdulillah.

Apparently there's a murder scene 5 rooms away. Sikit pun tak kecot telorq. I slept like a dead log