Jas-abelle

Step away from the mircophone

For his 30th, Kobis decided to throw himself a birthday party at a karaoke centre in Ampang. So during that ceremonious night, adult egos and dignities were left by the door, as we beria-ria took turns into selecting vocal numbers. Including Jas.

The thing about Jas is that she is sweet. Almost diabetic for Kobis and his friends. “She’s very clingy”. “Very mengada-ada”. “Very very very”. But because she’s indeed their best friend’s love-of-his-life, it was silently understood among each other that these dire opinions about her should never reach Harry’s ears.

This is indeed the code of best friends on spouses. However, like your mother’s vase or your nose, a good rule is always broken by someone exceptional.

On the large television set, a song title by a group called Crystal popped up.

“Cryyssssttalllll???” Ez exclaimed. Everyone looked at each other to find out who was the village idiot that chose the song.

“Best lagu ini.” Apparently, it was Jas.

The second thing about Jas is that she can’t sing for nuts. The sound of cats skinned alive would have been divine compared to what she claims as singing. High notes were screeched. Low notes sounded like Satan. But everyone continued tapping and smiling as if she was the Malaysian Idol.

As Jas continued to yell, an unsuspecting voice surfaced among the noise. “Bestnyyyyyaaaa laguuuu iniiiiiiii!!!!” Apparently, it was Ez.

Ez’s husband pinched her elbow. Besides Harry and Jas, who both were too busy watching the TV, everyone looked at Ez with disbelief. But the moment when we all caught each other’s eyes, we were laughing so loudly inside our heads. Because we all knew that it was the damn truth.