The happy and the not happy

Eventually I was in a really happy mood.

Because I am going back to the vet clinic.

I usually try to be professional in English, because I wanted to keep up with my standard. But today, I will be using Malaysian English, not much, just a bit few rude words here and there. Cope with it. 

In the morning my father and brother had left, and it was only my mother and I at home. My mother preparing herself for work, and me, same. And then while I was wearing my shoes, Jee Wei called me and asked me to go to her house. Because she say there was a cat crying in front of her house. By crying, probably just meowing rapidly and loudly. They say they couldn't identify whether she was just hungry, lost, or pregnant and is going to deliver.

At the lift to going to Jee Wei's floor, my mom said that just because a cat meow, and the neighbor finds me, which is a good thing. Like now the whole world knows that I want to be a vet. I must be so crazy about it somehow. 

I reached her door but saw no cat. So I asked where is it? They say it just ran away. Ran away where? And through a long corridor, I heard the meowing. A tiny little shadow standing on four legs. Jee Wei and her mom warned me that it maybe fierce or something, because of the constant meowing. Like she was angry or in pain. And that cat turned it's head and saw me.

And she sprang towards me. Like a jet plane.

Let's just say the corridor is about 60-70 m. The cat and I are at both ends. I approached it, which means we probably had a distance of 50 m. The moment it caught my eyes, the eyes lightened up, not sure if it saw a prey or a savior. But at that very moment, when it had that velocity which has the potential of jumping out of the balcony, I thought I could die. The very first thought that came in my mind is: 

A Tiger.

..............

Damn, thanks for giving such a fright, cat.

I'm alive. The cat just wanted a hug. That's all. Okay come and caress your body over my legs, meowing affectionately and wanting a head pat. 

It's fur is so silky white, and with big spots. And a bushy tail. Definitely not a stray cat. Somebody must have owned this cat. Maybe it meowed because it couldn't find it's home? Maybe it was lost and hungry? Whatever it is, we decided to buy cat food for her downstairs. And so, we led her inside the lift. Hahahahaha, a cat walking inside a lift and then sits down. 

The elevator stops, the doors open, and a man stands in front of the doors. The cat ran out. Shit. The man jumped. And I had to get out and lift the fat cat inside.

The store didn't open. In the end, we bought a tuna bread. Which is useless. This is one picky cat. My mother and I are late for work, so in the end I just placed her onto the floor. And off she goes running into the bushes. 

This is the happy part.

Now is the sohai part.

At the clinic, some uncle who is a friend of boss came to the clinic. And we talked, and I blurted out that I want to study in Melbourne, the uncle asked me of course. Because I am quite silent there, because I hated trouble and cannot even bother to deal with those complicated people there. So now, everybody knows I want to study in Australia. Thanks to the uncle who is a friend of boss, but no thanks.

Lunch time, everybody went out except me and Atif at the receptionist desk, he sitting, I was standing at the magazine stand, reading the magazines. And Atif asked, when are you going to Australia? And I wanted to just make up some shit excuse and change the subject. But I can't think of any. So I replied, IF I can go to Australia, next year March. Sohai man asked again, Will you contact me? 

Maybe. 

Maybe I am a coward, like I should have say no. No. No. No. No. Never. Fuck you. But then I say "Maybe". Because I don't want to provoke him. Because I AM a coward. And then he reacted, I don't think so. Because you never even contact me in Malaysia, like you don't even reply my messages.

For a second I was probably stunned. I wanted to reply but I can't. And I just stand there and turned around, facing him.

And I smiled. I fucking smiled, like the most evilest smile I can ever give. Like the "I don't give a fuck" smile. I sort of felt my heart beating very crazy fast. And my hairs standing. And I smiled at him, to his fucking disgusting face. And he turned his head away, staring down. And I turned away as well, back to the magazine and put it back. 

I said nothing of course, but at that moment, I think that silence is the best payback than any other words. Maybe I really can pull it through by being silence.

One, Atif, you are being so fucking pathetic. No, I don't wanna share photos with you. And no, I don't want to even chat with you. Okay? You can heal animals, whatever, but are you really being responsible for your actions? How you behave in front of boss and how you behave when boss is not around, we all see it with our own eyes. 

Two, you have a wife. You shit, you have a wife. So don't harass me. I cope with you because I hated causing trouble. Stay away far far far from me.

I still have a lot of Saturdays to spend in the clinic. So bless me.