After my aunt and I finished praying to my great grandmother, grandparents and my uncle at Sek Kia Eng, I wanted to drop by my office to collect my free daily newspaper before heading back to Bukit Beruang.
Then, my phone rang. It was a call from my editor.
“Jason, about the thing we discussed yesterday, did you find the info from your university?”
“Not yet. I’m still looking into it.”
“Bla bla bla bla bla bla…”
“Bla bla bla bla bla bla…”
“Bla bla bla bla bla bla…”
“Bla bla bla bla bla bla…”
“Shit! Traffic police just stopped me. Talk to you later.”
Traffic police walked towards my car as I winded down the window.
I handed my driving licenseto him and he didn’t even take a look at it, not even once throughout the whole “process”.
“Macam mana nak kau tim?”
“How do you want to settle this?”
“Errmmm…”
“Errmmm…”
“Tahu saman ni berapa tak?”
“Do you know how much is the compound?”
“Tau.”
“I know.”
“Siapa telefon? Kerja apa?”
“Who called? Working as?”
“Boss loh! Aku wartawan.”
“My boss loh. I am a reporter.”
“Wartawan?”
“Reporter?”
“Ya.”
“Yes.”
“Tak pe lah.”
“Never mind then.” -gives back my driving license-
Note: His tone even changed, from a little threatening to a little taken aback.
“……”
“……” -surprised-
A traffic police who caught me talking without handsfree while driving, yet didn’t want to fine me.
Lucky me! -lol-
Moral of the story : The word “wartawan” must have some magic. Don’t talk on the phone while driving, use handsfree.