“The rain never stop one!” said my manager indistinctly as he strapped himself on the seat. It has been raining forever since I came to Relai. The roads became soggy and much of the daily operation retarded. Hell!
Last Friday, my manager and I went to Kota Bharu for our final budget discussion at the Renaissance. I was excited of course to be in KB again after my first visit, but that excitement soon died down as I have to be in the discussion room well till the very late hours on Saturday afternoon! Of course we went out for some late supper and breakfast at the Hayaki Kopitiam, but I was so sleepy and exhausted to enjoy the food and err… the people. Hehe...
After much deliberations and cheek slapping in the discussion room, we finally summed it all up and called it a day. And guess what? It was still raining cats and dogs outside. “There goes your Kopok Losong Hidney,” said my manager. I asked him about Kopok Losong when we were on our way to KB, but he couldn’t make any comprehensible explanation to it thus promised to show me what that is after our budget discussion. “I hate monsoon,” he continued.
It was already 5 pm and I was asleep as our red Trooper cut trough the heavy downpour back to Gua Musang. I tried to resist myself from sleeping as I thought that would be shitty rude as my manager was still wide awake and schmoozing about the monsoon. But I guess Pak Man; the driver can accompany him in his unceasing utterance. He always does.
But I soon realised that we were not moving at all after we reached Kuala Krai. We were in a very heavy gridlock. Before us, the flood has been gushing on the road thus making it impossible for the traffic.
“Should we turn back to KB Tuan?” Asked