Jenny B left in a hurry

Last night the bird (a street dove who had came to crash at our window sill since the late afternoon due to the heavy rain), my housemate Lela and I was watching GTO (again) when Jennifer (Jenny B) stormed back into the house. Right behind her was her two sisters - they just arrived from KK. It was the night they head for UK.

The smell of durian immediately followed. Apparently the visiting sisters saw the stall which sold durian near our place and had given Jenny B some reminders on how expensive the fruit is back home (KK). Jenny B took the hint and bought them some at a very cheap price.

While the sisters and the rest of the house ate, Jenny B struggled to get ready in her room. They had arranged for a cab to come at midnight so that they can take their time at KLIA, book for window seats and do a little last minute shopping.

Jenny B is not the type that packs ahead. So she must have slimmed down a couple of kgs just running around the house, picking up clothes and what nots and shoving them into her RM200 bagpack.

"OK dah siap!" she announced proudly just as the clock reached 12AM. Her sisters washed up even though there were still a couple of unbroken durians tergolek-golek on the living room carpet.

Then the call came. It was the taxi company letting them know that there's one waiting for them downstairs. Three sisters hurriedly slug the backpacks and asked whether the force of durian is strongly with them, to which my accomodating housemate and I replied "Not really bah."

And they scrammed to the door. I told Jenny B to say hi and Selamat Hari Raya to Faizal, Grik and Liza, then told her to just go and don't worry about locking the door. She said she will and off she went.

You guys know that there's a long corridor that we have to walk through to get to the elevator from the house right. Now imagine Jenny B - a heavy bagpack on her shoulder and another slimpack across her neck, hair still damp and unruly from the shower and shoes that could have covered her feet if only she tried - running across the corridor as fast as she can to catch up with her sisters who had gone past the door to the lift. Quite a comical sight, actually.

And I was enjoying this view till I started to lock the door and turned back towards the living room. The next view my short-sighted eyes caught was a horrific one: the paperbag that contained Liza's kueh raya is still standing in attention right between the Korg and the Stradivarius (copy). Jenny B had forgotten to take the parcel!

The next few seconds happened in a blur. I remembered asking Lela to quickly pass me the bag and me calling Jenny B's name and putting on someone's pink flowery slippers; and somehow Jenny B heard me and returned to the corridor. Then, ala Hindi film cross with Matrix: Revolution, we both ran to meet in the middle of the corridor and the bag exchanged hands.

And then she was gone.