A beverage of colours is what we are known as on our usual morning breakfast rendezvous. Sree will order his kopi (coffee), Aziz his Milo & teh tarik (frothy milk tea) for me. For months, we would discuss Sree’s wedding plans. We laughed of the idea of filming his wedding & making him a placard to wear around town on his stag night to tell the world that he will be married. In his excitement one day, he excused himself to the gents, only to return with a panic look telling me that he’s dropped his phone in the latrine! The sadism in me overruled my sympathies for his sh*t-drenched phone & what followed afterwards left much to be told.
Aziz & I were half-expecting him to call for our usual rendezvous but this time, his urgent voice denoted yet another emergency. He had lost his car keys with his mother’s & cousin’s luggages for their maiden trip to Jakarta! We rushed to get to him, whisk the women of his life to KLIA Express, put them on the train & sent them off while he sorted out his problem with the locksmith. His mother said to me, “Aiyo, he’s always like that, my daughter is calling from Jakarta & asking, “Ah Mah, are you on the plane yet???” and I’m thinking I’d better not tell her that we are not even in the airport yet!” She also said that he dropped his wallet into the toilet bowl before so Sree must have had some form of affinity for the lavatory. He then flew to the airport to check in the bags to make sure they got there with their pieces!
The day of joy came for him & his beautiful bride, Valee to be joint in holy matrimony & I made sure I was present to (laugh) celebrate his great moment (at) with him!
Congratulations, Sree & Valee! May your kopi be brewed & stirred constantly with the aroma of excitement & joy as you work on your brood of mini-kopis! 😀
Teh Tarik, Kopi’s Wife, Kopi & Milo!
Even his guests became the unofficial dancers to grace his event!
