At a traffic light in front of Unitata (M) Sdn. Bhd. soap factory in Hutan Melintang,
PHC6454: Balik mane?
BJG3564: Banting.
PHC6454: Lalu Klang ye?
BJG3564: Haah.
And the traffic light turned to green. We engaged in 1st gear and continue our journey.
BJG3564: [Wondering] Apsal la mamat ni cam follow aku je? Kalo nk potong tu, potong je la. Aku bkan match ko la nk race ngan ko. Tau la ko pny moto 125cc, aku nye 110cc, Kristar plak tu.
*FYI, Modenas made bikes are known with the heavy body and chassis, making it a little sluggish in terms of accelaration compared to the bike from the other manufacturer like Yamaha or Honda which are lighter.
Upon reaching Sabak Bernam, PHC6454 rider gave me hand gesture to ride beside him. Then he lifted up his visor.
PHC6454: Solat same nak tak? Ade masjid dpan ni.
BJG3564: Ok, boleh gak.
We turn right into small town of Sabak Bernam and went to the nearby mosque. Friday prayer had just over when we arrived. So, we parked our bikes in the mosque compound and went to the ablution area.
PHC6454: Boleh tahan besa beg ko ek? Ko tgk aku, beg kecik je naek moto.
BJG3564: Biase la bang, nk basoh x sempat.
PHC6454: Hahaha... Ko mmg pandai...
PHC6454: Name ko sape? Keje ke blaja?
BJG3564: Afiq. Blaja lagi, kat UTP. Abg ni sape plak?
PHC6454: Ridzwan. Amek sains masyarakat kat USM. Tp keje la. Amek pendidikan jarak jauh. Keje kat navy.
BJG3564: Bahagian mane?
PHC6454: Radar.
Then we went right to the ablution area and perform ablution. Then we perform solat jamak qasar zuhur and asar together. We prayed for our safety of our journey that still has balance of about 200 km along the kampung road (but it is actually a 4-lane federal trunk road connecting from Lumut to Klang and then to Banting).
After the prayer, we went to our bikes at the mosque compound.
BJG3564: Balek mane?
PHC6454: Kajang. Nak jumpe tunang. Aku orang Sarawak, die pon same gak. Keje tukang jahit kat ctu.
BJG3564: Oooo... xlame lg kawen la ni?
PHC6454: Haah, ujung taon ni. Ni balek pon sbab nk jumpe die utk uruskan hal kawen kitorg la ni. Umor aku pon da 32 taon.
BJG3564: Oooo, cmtu kesahnye. Xpela, nnt berenti stesen minyak Petronas Sekinchan. Nk isi minyak.
We rode our bike to the town and stop at a red lights. Glancing at my bike's fuel gauge, the needle had reached the 'Empty' mark:
PHC6454: Ko bia btol, bole smpi ke ni? Sekinchan jaoh lg tu. (it is about 30 km actually)
BJG3564: Xpe, boleh smpi punye. Abg full throttle je, jgn tahan2. Sy mmg da kire kalo full tank boleh pegi 130 km. Jgn risau.
PHC6454: Ko da biase lalu jalan ni. Xpe la, ko lead je, aku ikot.
The lights turned green and we sped our bike to continue our journey. When stopping at a traffic light junction not far from Sabak Bernam, he lost control of his bike and fell right behind me because of slippery road. Luckily, it was not severe. Just few small scratches here and there, and bent foot rests.
BJG3564: Ok x ni bang? (while helping him lifting his bike up)
PHC6454: Xpe2, siket je ni. Pedih sket kat lutot je. Jom jalan balek.
The lights turned green and we rode our bike in full throttle, closely tailing each other to minimize wind resistance. We passed the beautiful estuary town of Kuala Selangor and reached Sekinchan. I took the lead again (his bike is 125cc, surely he had advantage on leading), and turned right to Petronas Sekinchan petrol station. I paid RM 10 of fuel (price per litre at that time was RM 2.30, calculate yourself) and the tank is not brimming full (imagine how dry my tank was, hahahaha). We took a rest with corn bread and Kickapoo drink (it was his treat) while he took out his cigarette (Dunhill 20's) and lighter.
PHC6454: Ko isap rokok ke? Amek la satu.
BJG3564: Xpe2, isap la, sy x isap rokok.
PHC6454: Ooooo... yeke? Sorry la ek. (cancelling his intention to smoke and put his cigarette and lighter back in his wrist pouch)
PHC6454: Ok, jom jln.
We geared ourself up while he was checking his right knee to make sure it is ok after the fall. Alhamdulillah, it is just a light scar as he is wearing jeans. And his gloves were torn due to the fall. We started our engine and continue our journey. Klang was severely congested due to roadworks near to Plaza Metro and although we rode motorcycle, we found it hard to squeeze ourselves in the middle of the traffic. Then we stopped at Petronas Johan Setia, just after Klang as he wanted to refuel. Then we had a little chat.
PHC6454: Sbenanye aku nmpk ko mase aku bli rambutan utk tunang aku kat Hutan Melintang tadi. Aku tgk ko laju semacam je, bole ajak join ni. Tu psl aku keja ko sbab nk konvoi same. Slalu ke balek naek moto?
BJG3564: Oooo.. cmtu la plak. Xde gak, kdg2 bwk kete sniri. Tp yg slalu tu tumpang kwn smpi KL then naek bas. Tp leceh la, lame sgt kat jln. Kalo naek moto kjap je.
Then we exchanged number in the middle of the conversation.
PHC6454: Ko ltak je name "Wan Navy". Nnt kalo ko dtg Lumut, ko helo je aku. (mungkin ni bahase navy, die x cakap call tp helo, xpela, bkan aku xpaham pon)
We continued our journey until Sg. Manggis junction.
BJG3564: Ok la bang, smpi sini je la. Sy kene belok kanan nk pegi Banting, abg belok kiri pastu teros je smpi Dengkil. Nnt smpi sane abg ikot je signboard ke Kajang dari situ nnt.
PHC6454: Oooo... Lalu Dengkil dlu ye. Bole2. Ko nnt kalo dtg Lumut ko helo je aku.
BJG3564: Waaa... Bole la tunjok port ikan bakar yg best2 ek?
PHC6454: Tadahal la. Ok la Fiq, aku da lambat ni. Aku pegi dlu. Time kaseh ye, slamat ari raye.
BJG3564: Ok bang, jln elok2. Selamat ari raye. Kalo rase2 xsure, roger je sy (ni slang ape pon aku tatau, da stat tpengaroh sket2 ngan kwn).
PHC6454: Ok, bole2.
And he sped his bike and watch him sped until he was out of my sight. Then I took my bike and went straight back home.
Epilogue
It is not that hard to make friends as long as we treat other people good and sincere with them. Modesty is indeed important here. Yes, I do have friendster account but I do not really prefer making friends online. Internet for me is just a communication channel so that I can get in touch with my friends that are scattered over the world (Aishah, Didi, Anis, Marini in France; Meng in UK; Cikun, Hazmi, Syafiqah in Japan; Kuch, Gope in UNITEN; Bear in Australia; just to name a few, there are lots of them which I can't put it in here, sorry guys :[ ). Meeting with Ridzwan will expand my friends network and I love making friends and acquaitances with people of different background. Who knows we can use some help from them in the future, right? This friendship started on the road (rempit fraternity or brotherhood, anyone?), but no matter how do you meet your friend, no matter where you meet, as long as you have the modesty and sincerity, you can always start a new good friendship. :)
p/s: My longest post, ain't I. Yes, I really treasure this rendez-vous. Somehow, it gives me a little peace in the middle of my emotional turmoil. Maybe this is how Allah help me, this meeting is indeed rejuvenating and motivates me to face my problem that awaits. Most importantly, I really appreciate all my friends. In UTP, my childhood friends in Banting, my fellow SDARians 00'4 and each of my friends around the world. Thank you guys, without all of you, I wouldn't reach to the level I'm sitting now. Just keep in touch ok? :)
