Q: Kalo aku bisa kuat...

I left a note for mum telling her I'll be home by lunch and sneaked out with my Myvi. The car hummed a little, I’d take it that she was purring (like what cats usually do when they are happy). You see, both my parents were out for breakfast early as dad had to rush his delayed project and even I at 8am couldn’t beat their determination.

Good, the tank is full to the brim. I had no intention on finding out where I was heading, just a desire to run the car over the highway. It has been awhile and I missed our rendezvous. We went out till the Karak highway (the most haunted highway in Malaysia –I’m sure you’ve heard plenty about the supernatural here) before making a big turn, supposedly bounding for home. Unknowingly, she brought me to visit an old friend.  Myvi or fondly nicknamed Kuro, is like her owner, winging it 70% at all times and could never tell what’s for sure or not.  Anyway, Kuro pulled into the parking lot and knowing it was going to take awhile, rolled to sleep.

The shade in LP’s eyes remained the same as four years ago, in fact nothing changed with her. Someone must have been around cleaning, because the tombs are neat. But the dried flowers signified she hasn’t had friends over these past weeks. I took my time; climbing up the momentous steps into her world, invading it, before apologizing for neglecting her all these time. LP is forgiving, I know that of her personality, choosing to “nevermind lah, friend mah” rather than pointing out my flaws. That is what mothers are for, she added.

There was a plastic stool right in the corner and I gingerly sat next to her, trying to gain perspective of her view. Bushes and greens, the scorching heat; I must say I’ve covered them all within five minutes. But for LP, it’s been seven years, so who was I to complain about it? 

“Hey LP, it snows heavily in Kalamazoo. Can you imagine this whole place turning white?”

In reality, she had long left this place. Died young in a brutal car accident. But in my eyes, she stood there in her flowery dress, hands clasped together in excitement saying, “I guess you better start singing then.” I would have smacked her on the shoulder for that, but I gave in.

Lay her down on a bed of roses,
Vonnie S.