The evening rain that had become a routine came pouring just as heavily as the previous days that evening, forcing us to seek for refuge at a mamak restaurant. As my friend and I came around a table to settle down, the waiter, an Indian man, greeted me and uttered something that was unintelligible to me, partly due to my already bad hearing that was interrupted by the musical piece orchestrated by the rainfall and its accompanying thunders. After taking our orders, the friendly man once again said something us; something that I could barely make out, to which I offered an amused grin, for the lack of something valuable to give to the man in return for his friendly gesture of making small talk with us. I found out later, after seeking a confirmation from my friend, that the man had told us that only in Malaysia would a fellow still order Milo ais in such a weather. I continued grinning, a nod of agreement to the mans remark, all the while searching for other glasses with a straw on other tables, in order to make sure that I was not the only such Malaysian in that restaurant. What I found was relieving. My friend and I continued our conversation which revolved mainly around rain, with him doing most of the talking while I listened, occasionally offering an agreement or a small laugh, lulled by cracks of thunders and sprays of raindrops blown by cold winds. The sight of grey sky and green trees blurred by the falling rain beyond the comfort provided by the building caught my attention and brought my mind back to my room, making me wonder how pleasant it would be to enjoy that sight from my window. But I quickly realised that such a moment was more valuable spent with a company, every now and then. After some while, we eventually agreed that the rain would not cease any time sooner but it had slowed down enough for us to start our way back to the college through it. We parted as I dropped my friend at his place before I ended my journey a couple of blocks later. I reached my room, and after removing my wet clothes, I surrendered myself into the coziness between the bed and the blanket and drifted into a sleep, only to be woken up disoriented a few moments later by a knocking on the door.
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 11:27:10 +0000
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