After sending the girls to school in Subang Jaya every morning, before going to work, I would stop by at Restoran Jaring for some sumptuous ‘sarap’ (says the Bruneian). The other reason is that my dear Waseem, who school’s in the afternoon, loves the charkoi, freshly made by two of the restaurant workers whom speak Thai most of the time.
Anyway, since it’s a kind of routine, I do observed that beside us, there were others (couples) who made it their habit to come to this premises for breakfast.
There’s one couple. I would call them the Easy Riders. Both husband and wife were wearing leather jackets. It doesn’t matter what the wife was wearing (baju kurung, blouse etc.), she will wear the same jacket. Sometimes they rode their Yamaha 350cc, but most of time just the Modenas kapchai.
There’s another couple. They were just office mates I think. The man is very thin. But the lady, my goodness. These two will seat on the same table of four, but perpendicularly to each other, every time, and every morning. I just plainly ignored to have a peek at the amount of food portions on her platter. It’s just too scary. God saves this Contra Couple.
There’s the owner who sits and reading newspaper leisurely. And his wife (I assumed) who took care of the counter, and will count every single sen. This restaurant is not cheap, but the food is not bad.
There’s us. Talking mostly about our kids, the politics, Jay’s ‘cuti dalam cuti’ (a.k.a. master program), me saving the world (my office work), and any odd people coming to the restaurant.
To quote a quote in Breakfast at Tiffany's: ... life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real hapiness.
