Born Day, Pay Day

The plot was short. Simple. Yet indeed, he narrated the satire magnificently. I remember when out of the blue, he pulled me into the ailing room and challenged me for a checker match, which was absolutely, I won. Before I get pulled into the room, I caught a glimpse of two people sharing signs between them. But I could care less.

After exercising some Bangladeshi jobs like driving the wheelbarrow and such, I went to my room only to find out that my bed is missing replaced by a tiny note. I didn't remember what was written in that note. But starting from that moment afterwards, I could notice a cold-hearten, warm-blooded, hot-headed side of him, whereas he talk nothing to me, avoided me and posed like he was ultra annoyed with me. Actually his act made me irritated, because I didn't remember when did the last time I fired up his rage. Supposed to be the checker match, I guess.

Late at night I still failing to find my bed. But I really aware that something was going to take place. An epic and tragic one. Until the moment when Hafis invited me to walk around school compound with a questionable alibi — sipping cold wind of sleepless yet muted night, my thoughts were gradually becoming true. But I know, they sacrificed almost everything for this informal occasion including money and salty sweat so I could do nothing except to please them. I could easily sprint away with sheer confidence because it was Hafis and I am really sure that he couldn't catch me if I spread up my steps. So, I relaxed and faced everything with extra-long smile reaching the cheeks. Although there were several people that seems to hold huge grudge against me until they smashed the eggs real hard on my head, I'm all round. It's your day, man. My payday.

At the end of the day, I found myself just like Spicy McChicken Deluxe that was going to be dumped deep in the ocean of burning oil. And I believed at that time if I was to jump in a pool filled with boiled oil, I would have come out as the most scrumptious Isyhraff goreng tepung.

Shukriya, doston. Thank you, friends.