Last Tuesday after work, I picked up my daughter at home for her tuition about 30 minutes drive to the tuition place. My son was already in that area too. So after sending my daughter to her tuition, as usual I went to the pizza hut to order garlic bread supreme for my son and the pick up time would always be at 5.55pm. Then I went to the bookstore to get some pens for my son and to get chocolate for my daughter. After picking up the garlic supreme, I went to my car and stayed there to continue reading the book I received from my sister titled "Bila Pintu Hati Terbuka" by Dr Ridzwan Ibrahim. I longed to have this book for so long. I even went across the border to try to find it. I finally got it when mak usu bought for me. Alhamdulillah.
It was drizzled in that area and since my car was stationery, I just couldn't bother to use the wiper. Near to 6pm, I saw a boy (must have finished his tuition) looking straight at my car and walking towards it. I just looked at him, thinking he must be one of my son's tuition mates. He continued walking and opened the front passenger door. He looked at me and smiled. I turned to him and smiled and waiting for him to say something as I was thinking that maybe he would be telling me that my son would be late in coming out. He closed the door and go to the back and looked at the registration number. Then he came back to me probably trying to apologise but no words came out, as I just raise my hand to point out that I understood. I then pointed to him the car he was looking for which was near to the building. He mistakenly went to my car thinking that it was his parents'. Same model of car and same color.
When my son came, he asked "Did the boy went to the wrong car?" I just said, "a ha."
This reminded me of the time I myself went to the wrong car as well....which I published already in the blog..
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