Who's Laughing Part II

When Laughter Involves Exposing Secrets

“Hey you.” It was a voice I heard over the phone that brought me back onto Ramadan 2002, when I was stuck in horrendous traffic on the Federal Highway and with only minutes before buka puasa. My Volvo was low on gas at the time, so to save on the precious fuel, I pulled down the windows and switched off the air con. While my car crawled on the highway, I spotted a shiny red Evo that purred heavily beside me, and through the opened windows, I found a foxy mama with a pony tail driving it. Hot, I thought.

It wasn’t long that we caught each others eyes. She smiled at me a couple of times, and even mouthed out “Like your Volvo” to me. But before I could say thanks to her, the traffic cleared, forcing her car to zoom past by me. The luck, I thought. On my radio, the azan for maghrib played as I rushed to Shell to buy mineral water for me and gas for Volvo. Strangely, the stunning girl with the Evo was at the station as well.

“Sorry if I have disappeared,” she said over the phone, “I have been busy lately.”

Oh wow, same goes babe.

“Busy enough to have lost your sense of humor?”

And that’s when it hit me like a flying basketball to the face that she reads my blog. What??? How did you find out???

“It’s not hard Muddy. You’re the only copper stud I know in KL.”

Oh God! I thought.

“Muddy.”

Yeah?

“I am actually rushing to a movie, but I have to tell you that I know how to make you laugh again.”

How?

“That’s a secret plan,” she said. “I will tell you when I see you.”

We said goodbye and I continued to stare at the white ceiling from my bed. What is this secret plan she’s talking about, I thought. I wonder…