一つ (Hitotsu)

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I woke at 6:30 a.m, collecting every ounce of my energy stored within each muscle to throw myself out of the comfy bed at my sister's place. Living on the floor 15 surely made the air and the surrounding much much calmer than the lower levels. I knew, I need to get ready before my sister woke up, which she was. I hasten my footing towards the bathroom and took the shower as fast as I could. Scrubbing here and there, sufficiently, apply some shampoo on my rough hair and...boom. I'm done.

Sharp at 8:30 a.m., I brace my hiking backpack and my laptop bag and rushed into the elevator, accompanied by my sister's grumpy face. I knew, I've had made her wait, which she hated so much. Before that, my sister has re-heated last night fried-banana a.k.a 'pisang goreng' topped with some cheese as our breakfast. She drove calmly through the bustling city, filled by morning traffic. A wise word like "early bird gets the worm" doesn't make any sense longer as everyone had started their morning routine the same as each other.

Luckily, the traffic has shown its mercy upon us as I had arrived at LRT Taman Bahagia according to the trip plan, arranged by my beloved sister, Aliea. Experience does make someone grew and accommodate the future. This sentence truly relatable to my situation as I had gained knowledge of reading the map and buying the ticket. As a precaution step, I wore a face mask, once again prepared by my sister as the novel coronavirus a.k.a COVID-19 has spread throughout the country although the percentage of getting infected is low, it is still there.

It was a busy Friday morning and everyone is motivated to start their day and some of them are carefree, nonchalantly. Being inside public transport isn't a bad experience nor pleasant. Certain people who are too absorbed in their world, neglected the common sense that all of us are sharing a small space; to commute on our designated destination. As per my estimation, the distance between each station is approximately around 2 and a half minutes. Therefore, the total duration of my eight-station trip to KL Sentral is 20 minutes.

This time, I was suggested by my sister to commute on KLIA TRANSIT for the first time in my life. The price is surely worth the price that you've paid as the coach was designed with far more spacious rather than a normal commuter coach. It was just a mere 6-minute ride to my destination, TBS that stands for Terminal Bersepadu Selatan. I had booked the bus ticket earlier(last night), and only need to go to the selected counter to print it. I arrived at TBS early one hour before the trip. With the remaining time, I won't let it pass by just like that. I quickly dm' ed Aiman, my best (weeb) friend for a quick online game session of Mobile Legend.

Whilst having a hard time on my second match, suddenly I was approached by a Chinese uncle whom I never know about. Initially, he was being a silent person, just sitting peacefully right next to me. After a few questions of asking about myself such as where's my destination, you got a big backpack lhoo, what did I study, he started his sad story of which he lost his wallet this morning in the shuttle bus he took. He asked about his wallet toward the bus driver, yet the bus driver didn't know anything about it. He also proclaimed that he had made a police report that he has lost his wallet and wanted the police to aid him, but he told me that the police had a bad personality and chased him away. He brags about the cost of living on a hostel per night, how many days he didn't get a proper meal to me. Being a kind lad, which I really am(:p), I gifted to him a pack of Tiger cookies that I planned to eat on the bus.

Then, he gave me his contact number which I didn't ask for and luckily, I used Truecaller apps on my phone. The community in the apps had saved his number as a Scammer and that me much more precautious at that moment. I made an excuse to check my ticket at the counter and left the old Chinese man who named himself 'Nelson' and I hasten my pace toward the departure gate.

The lesson I learned on that particular day are;

there's a difference between kindness and naivety

never trust fully any person that you just met, no matter how soft-spoken that person is

lastly; precaution didn't cost anything but surely rewarding.

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