Citer yg jadi sejarah buat aku-18SX-3

So, cam na ni Datuk? Tanya aku. OK, WHY DON'T YOU JUST TAKE A TAXI AND GO TO CROWN PLAZA, MY BOYS ARE ALREADY THERE! Ceh, A-hole-yer Dato. Aku call my mentor, kutuk dia pasal Dato ni. Aku citer, aku kenal ramai gak Dato, tapi tak de le kerek macam ni. Dia gelakkan aku. OK.

Aku pun gi panggil L, cakap kita kena naik taxi gi Crown Plaza. Mentara tu aku SMS Dato S, orang besar salah satu persatuan politik pemuda, tanyer dia kenal ke mat ni.Datok S jawab, tak. Arghh, sudah. Sampai kat Crown Plaza kena tunggu setengah jam lagi. Jumpa bebudak Dato ni, Rashidi (decent) and sorang lagi, aku dah lupa nama.

Aku naik keter , aku salam Dato ni. Drive keter Honda CRV ajer. Drive sendiri ajer. Masa kat phone , aku expect sure pakai Brabus. Aku duduk belakang. Memula dia tak cakap apa-apa ngan aku. Lepas tu dia tanya aku something, tengok muka aku from rear view mirror. Aku tanya "Excuse me Dato, apa dia" Dia pun terus cakap cam siot " You really don't know who you're talking to, huh? I am the kingmaker of Sarawak, I can always ask to go back! You are now in Sarawak , you know, In Sarawak, to get a project, we use point system, I point , you get", OK, ok, no prob, aku dah mula baca apa- apa ayat yang bole mencairkan dato ni. " You have the guts to tell your mentor, that you've waited for me for 2 hours?!!, Did you give me your flight schedule? You're supposed to SMS me, not leave Voice Mail, I don't listen to Voice Mail!!!" Aku tekucil sebentar. Cilakak bebudak office aku tu, mana aku tau ni sumer. Takda orang citer kat aku. Aku cakap sorry lagi, aku tak tau. Mentara jalan tu, dia tunjuk umah cam Istana satu-satu "That's my uncle house. That's CM house. That's my house" Who cares, dalam hati aje le. Muka aku control senyum.... Last-last sampai kat office Sarawak government at Petrajaya. Keluar ajer dari keter, dia tanya aku, "Mana you punyer Jacket? You malayu kan? Nak jumpa menteri tapi tak pakai jacket! Dia tu Cina, memang kurang ajar punya bangsa, "refering to L, yang sentiasa pakai macam cilaka, hari tu dia pakai, T-shirt collar, with seluar tah apa-apa plus sport jacket buruk dia. Anyway, sekali lagi aku mintak maaf, nasib baik aku pakai smart gak. Manale aku tau kena jumpa menteri..

Sampai kat lift, bebudak Dato ni aku tengok cam hamba abdi plak. Lift kena tekan kan, kena make sure Dato keluar lift dulu. Lagi bertambah nyampah aku kat Dato ni. Tapi aku tengok kat keter dia ada sticker Damai golf. Kejap lagi aku citer pasai golf cair le si Dato tua kutuk ni. Aku pun puji office kementerian Sarawak. Dato pun naik syok kot. Pas tu aku citer pasal golf. Lagi plak dia layan aku. Tetiba dah jadi member lak. So, aku pun banyak le membebel ngan Dato Y yang lorat ni. Pegi le ke office Abang J, minister of Tourism Sarawak. Mat tu sick leave plak. "Golfer Melayu, meh sini, give this lady your card and they will contact you later", tetiba , L dengan cepatnya pergi hulur card dia. Dato Y jeling aku semacam. Alamak, dia tak nak any cina to be seen there. Origal plan was to leave L at the Crown Plaza. Tapi pasai aku pandai main kata-kata , si Dato ni termakan gak cakap aku.