Malaysian High Com Yang Jahat

I was given an assigment by a fren to pergi mintak surat cerai dia kat Malaysian High Com. Hmmm....my fren now ni resides in Malaysia..lakinya ialah orang putih. I think for formality, for him to live in KL, they need to bernikah kat London. Entah lah..I pun tatau lah procedure nya.

Tup-tup, dah nak bercerai katanya. Elok lah...she can now happily singing Zee Avi's Kantoi..and the part 'no wonder lah my fren pun tak suka you' memang kena sekali. I never like the hubby you all....ni bangsa omputih kampung bangsatan tum tum tum tu. Ceh tu dia aku mengutuk.

I don't like dealing with gomen. Seriously...Encik PHD...bukan nak ngata ni..but gomen people's attitude dah sampai London pun tak tukar. In Seremban, I kena leter dengan this kakak jabatan pendaftaran, just because I takde Mycard! Then I said..ni nak buat lah ni. I told her that I live abroad..and masa tu manalah tahu pasal Mycard apa jadah tu. Rather than akak tu jadi public spirited gomen citizen, dia boleh marah kat I. Cilako kau kak...hompuk mo kusi kang..baru tau. In London alike, I remember waiting for my passport, tup-tup sijantan yang jaga counter tu boleh maki kat this chinese lady..you suda tau opis tutup pukul 12, kenapa you datang sekarang? And it is only 11.45am. Pastu..dah di serve nya pompuan tu..dia boleh mengomel sensorang dengan kuatnya..susah lah orang ni..kita tutup pukul 12, pukul 11 baru nak datang.

Oii Cik Bangkak...nama pun counter tutup pukul 12...so, yang kau bising2 kat orang yang datang pukul 11.45 tu kenapa? He is just lucky he is still dealing with Malaysian yang agaknya dah masak benar lah dengan perangai Goverment Servant set-set kerja opis ni.Most time, we prefer to diam aje..get it over and done with and never want to see you again. Kalau lah kau dapat gagak or Mat Salleh yang dengan takde segan silu nak kasi you their piece of mind, haruslah bangkak tu tercabut seluar dalam kat situ jugak.

Since last week...disamping main Farm Town secara curi-curi kat opis, I pun cubalah tepon High Com. Tak dapek. Kok dapek pun..masuk mesen. Eh...ado mesen? I tinggal message kek mesen tu, haram lah nak ditipun eh balik.

So today, I try lagi..dapek cakap mo sorang pompuan...I pun tanyolah...Selamat Pagi kak, boleh tak sambung kan saya kat Dept ni..ni..ni.., nak tau apo jawab eh? Tengkiu! Pehtu dilotak an I dalam line..tetibo adolah sorang abang ni angkek. I cakap balik hajat I...abang sound very pleasant. Suko ati I...tapi.....

Geh gampang lah pulak kan..den ponek..berkoreh-koreh leher nak cakap melayu, abang bantai cakap omputih you.

Bukan nak kata lah bang...anak buah I lagi terrer cakap omputih...(mana tak nya dopopat jam tengok My Little Pony & Friends)...abang was really struggling with his words..I masih cakap melayu..tak..tak maun deh do.

And tup...bilo dio cakap..you're in the wrong Dept..this is political Dept..mako...Makji pun teruslah skipping London kan?

Okay..I have been calling for ages and your receptionist keep giveing me the run around. It is either the line is engage or it went straight to mailbox...

Abang...I share your feelings (apo? abang share feeling sayo? feeling apo tu bang?) Let me investigate and I will call you back..(nampak lah mongak eh..numur tipun I dio tak mintak..tetibo nak tipun I balik)

I dengan bongkak nya...it's fine...I'll call again. You goverment people never change...no matter how far you travelled. Tup !!! Terus I letak tepon. Statement tu sungguhlah tak perlu...dan saya amat menyesali sikap kebongkakan saya ittew...but nevertheless...Malaysian High Com people deserve to hear what we (saya dan kengkawan saya) think of them.

Kesian Abang Political Dept tu.....isk.