The story of Sup Doraisamy & 3 Police Roadblocks

" Ok jom balik" he said.
I happily followed his footstep from the back, going down the stairs out of TOA.
"Nanti minum sup Dorai tk?" I asked him, with a little hope of him saying YES.

He said no of course. bwekk! As he started the engine, I asked if he left his wallet or not. Hehe. My routine to check, because my boyfriend is forgetful sometimes. B***k!
Last night he really forgot. Hmm. So I stood next to the bike while he rushed upstairs to get it.

As we were going towards Pyramid carpark for a U-turn, I reached out my left hand to the front of the helmet and asked " Dah pakai tali helmet?"... He didn't need to answer coz my left hand will tell me the answer. :D

And I pestered him the same question. Hoping again.
" Confirm ke, tk nk sup Dorai?"
"confirm. Naper?"
"Oh....*sound cool* tkperla... cuma dah lama tk minum sup tuh."
----Silence for 3 seconds----
Then he said " Jomla, Sup Dorai"
I was very happy to know that I get to taste the delicious Sup Doraisamy! :P If I could, I would jump for joy while on the bike. But I can't, knowing that I'm not born to be a Minah Rempit.

If you are wondering, I'm talking about the delicious Sup at Jalan Doraisamy, KL. I love the chicken soup. :D

As we were approaching NPE first toll, we would be wondering if there's any stupid roadblock. It looked clear, we thought. As we get into the bike lane, the policemen were there to greet us. grr!
" Roadblock la"
" ishh! kacau jer. nk minum sup Dorai pun dia nk kacau!"

It was the same Sarjan who checked us long time ago. Nothing much happened. Only checked Joe's IC and roadtax. Then we left.

We had a good time sitting nearby the soup stall. Chatting and laughing. Good to have a BF who can be my very close & good friend. :)

Left the place at 2.20am and as we approach the YMCA field area, another group of policemen were there to greet us. Yes, 2nd roadblock of the night. This time they asked for my IC too. I hate to take out my ugly IC. Urgh. Typical questions were throwned to Joe regarding where we were heading to and all that shit.

I'm very happy that the policeman didn't question my race. Oklah. Got 1% hope of making 1Malaysia come true.

After returning the IC, he asked..
"Dah kahwin ke?"
We both were like shocked, speechless.

The most advanced question I've heard so far was from the Sarjan at NPE long time ago, asking if Joe is my tunang. He was serious about the question. -____-"

Anyway,
The policeman asked again if we both dah kahwin.
J : Takla. *laugh*
me: Awkward + blush, hiding behind Joe's shoulder.
Police: Ah? Naper tk kahwin lagi?
J : *laugh* tak. kita masih muda lagi.

Then we left. Turned into the school area road. I think the policeman must be bored. That's why he asked stupid questions. Lame joke.

I wanted to show him my kindergarten (Tadika Sudharma at Jln Berhala) since I showed him my primary school previously. We went into the area, not knowing anything nor thinking twice at all.

The area was so quiet and scary. Suddenly, two Malay men on a bike approached us asking us to stop. Okay, That was freaky. My heartbeat was fast. I don't trust them. They claimed they are policemen. Like we would believe them without their uniform and card. Joe was asking what's the reason of being stopped and asked them to prove that they are really policemen. I was panicking, telling him to go forward, leaving them behind as soon as possible.

They came approaching us again! Joe was about ready to kick their bike down. I was holding on tightly on my handbag and Joe's body.

Finally one of them showed the card as proof. We stopped with relieved feelings. Thank God they were really policemen. They were afraid if we get attacked by snatch thieves on bike. Then I suddenly remembered about this Jalan Berhala is a hotspot for snatch theft. Silly me for not thinking twice. The policemen advised us not to wander around this area at this time.
" Kalau nk ronda pun, ronda la siang2, bukan mlm2 buta cam nie"
hahahaha. Me & Joe could only laugh. And when we left the policemen, I hugged him while on the bike and apologised for suggesting the idea to pass by my kindergarten. But he didn't put the blame on me, more like sharing the blame. He said he was wrong too for being so interested to see the kindergarten. :)

As he dropped me off, he smiled and said "3 roadblock".. What to do. Policemen love us.

P/s: As I'm about to publish this, he called me on the phone. He reminds me about the rojak at CIMB bank. Damn!!! If only food can be sms-ed