Last month I went to Kelantan. This was my first trip to the State who claimed as ‘Serambi Mekah’. I went there with two of my friends; Faisal & Brother Bakar. The journey was start about 3 am; by Naza Ria (what a superb car!). To be truth I was very excited despite knowing that it will be long distance of tired. I can’t imagine, the person who go there by bas; because several persons had told me that a bus merely stop is two times. One is for toilet and another one is for eat at Machang precisely. Only that! And the guy like me who always need go to toilet oftenly, that’s properbly not to applicable. Hopefully in the future there will be more break for a Bus to Kelantan.
From the start Bro’ Bakar was drove ‘steady and slowly’, and i do hope his will sustained the style of his driving. Then, not so long after we enter the highway (after Genting Sempah Highway, i think so...); His drove little by little become too fast. Even once, i thought that i just ride by the former of F1 racer but Bro Bakar look like his enjoy so much. The Naza Ria ABS forced to working non stop, and for me this car breaking system is quite successful! Otherwise i wish i will buy car like this one, even though the petrol is very heavy used. Hence, this thought merely a glimpse. I can’t afford the fuel consumption. Bro Bakar said that his want to sell this car soon, then i just asked how much? 20k can? Bro Bakar said i only had 4 tyres for that price i just offred to him. Hohohoooo... what a sarcastic! So Naza Ria only in my dream.
So what about Faisal Wong? Oh before to forget, his sat beside Bro Bakar; and me behind him. I usually like to seat at the back so that i can have much relaxing during the long journey. For the first Faisal just make the announcement that he propably dont ever want to sleep. "Bro i f do you want to sleep, you can sleep; because i dont want to..." Big talks hah!
Suddenly after a few of hours he sleep first. Snoaring too. So How about me? Actually, i can stand it at all. The problem is, every time my eyes want to shut down; the car is break surprises. After several emergency breaks, i make decision not to leave my life in Bro Bakar hand. Hahahaaa... So i stayed wake-up for make sure the F1 racer still under control. If all of us is going to become dreamer for a few second, i’m afraid of propably we will dream forever, like Bro Bakar had told me before. Na’uzubillah...
The tyres going ahead. Skies still dark. The double blower air condition very cold. Not many cars on the road, so The F1 driver can use high beam without bother anyone. Sometimes when there is a car from the opposite, Bro Bakar low the light. It likes the signal that any road users can understand properly without anyone should tell.
In my palm,there is New Straits Times that i bought in the afternoon. I didnt had much time to read it yet. Therefore, inside the car very dark and not even one single of streetlight i can’t found. What the...? Yes no streetlight so far as i concern. Off course this a very dangerous for the road users. I can’t tell you what this was happened precisely. But as long as i can remembered after the Raub town i only saw the car light from the opposite. No single light from my left or right. What a surprised...
Within i aware to myself not to sleep; at the end i slept too. But its more like ‘chicken sleeps’. Until then we arrived at the border between some place in Pahang and several kilometres to Gua Musang. Oh, before that was happened, the Subuh Prayer is already enter and because of that Faisal Wong take position as Bilal to shout the Azan inside the car (very sentimental memories) meanwhile The F1 Driver press the petrol pedal without compromised. The meter show about 140km/h at that time. Very fast...and surely i too furious. Sound like the Hollywood Big Movie...
Then, we parked the Naza Ria beside the small road which had a Surau Wakaf (Musollah). Took the ablution. Chill because of pure water. Perfom the Subuh Prayer, by ourself. What is pity about the Surau Wakaf is not anyone take care of it. So its looked very dirty, exspecially the Toilet part. Is this the Islam that we want to represent to non muslim? (exspecially in Malaysia context). Too sad. Where is the MP and the ADUN? This is the prove that they are seldom visit the place which they always scatter the lie of promises everytime general election come. I felt pity for the villagers.
After we perform the Prayer, now it’s the time to find any foods because we’re very starving. We already eat a few hours ago, but after the long distance, our brains need some nutriens to recovery. Fortunately there’s a Restaurant cross of the road. Precisely opposite the Surau Wakaf, hence we rush up to there. The Restaurant its looked like Malay East Coast type. I remembered the color is Yellow. Bro Bakar had choose the empty table at outside, so we can breathe in a fresh air. East Coast culutured air; what a nice day. There’s some packs on the table, which i guess wheter it’s a bihun goreng, mee kasar or nasi lemak. I just asked the waiter, what’s that? He said the brown packs is Nasi Berlauk, the white packs is content with Nasi Dagang, the old newspaper packs is Nasi Whatever (forgot the name) and etc. Woah! Its very nice dude, because we had many variety for our breakfast. At KL you dont have so many choices except Nasi Lemak and Roti Canai. Nowdays is lucky for Malaysian because there is already Reality TV Programme called 'The Biggest Looser Asia version. I thought that was cool to eat different foods. I choosed Nasi Berlauk. Faisal Wong had choose Nasi Whatever. The F1 Driver had choosed nothing, only hot black coffee. He’s looked totally exhausted.
No comments:
Post a Comment