This darn conversation happened this morning..after I had to come to the 20th floor to give out docs. I was at the lift down back to the 12Ath. And there’s this kind-old man, a very random man..which I have no idea who is he, came in from 19th.
He smiled at me..and pushed the 2nd floor button.
he: “eh ibu'”(my comment –>strike one!)
me: smiled back at him
He: “apa kabar bu?anaknya sdh berapa? (my comment –> strike two!
sdh dua kan ya? (my comment –> strike three!)
Me: “belum pak..” And I touched my stomach just to embrace my syndrome.
He: “alhamdulillah..” (my comment: what was that for?!)
Sigh.. And dead air.. But he didn’t stop there!!
He: “tp sdh nikah kan?” (my comment –> strike four! But then I mumbled aameen)
Me: “belum jg Pak..”
He: “ooo.. Baguslah kalo begitu!” (my comment: WHAT WAS THAT FOR!!!)
Take a deep breath..upiek please..