Masya Allah...this trip to Jakarta has left me with 1001 memories indeed. On May 17th (that was a public holiday - Wesak Day), I took the last AirAsia flight to Jakarta for another working trip.
Upon arriving Jakarta Airport pun something has gone wrong already. Pak Boni (our Jakarta office driver) who was supposed to fetch me did not turn up at all. After my 20th (I counted..) attempt to call him, baru la dia angkat dgn terkejut beruknya when I said I have waited for almost an hour. So to cut the story short, I had to take a taxi to my hotel...
Masa check in, the reception girl said that they are going to upgrade my room to a Triple Executive Room. Mmm, what on earth for? I'll be alone, girl... uh, never mind. No time for further questions...i'm too tired for that now.
So, that nite..untuk menghilangkan cuak di hati..I slept on the King bed and my luggage slept on that single bed :-)
Pak Boni picked me up from the hotel...beratus2 kali he apologised for not waiting at the airport. He said, he will be scolded if the bosses knew about this. Kenapa pulak nak marah Pak Boni kalau message untuk menjemput tidak sampai? Seems that ada miscommunication among them about my arrival. Kesian sungguh tengok Pak Boni...I felt sorry for him walaupun semalam memang la bengang. So I decided not to tell anyone in the office what happened. I gave my widest & most sincere smile and that helped me through with lots of work done!
After work, after being told that Pak Boni dah stand by kat lobby...off I went. Keluar je dari lift together with the rest of the people (ramai jugak..time balik office, kan), I headed straight to the lobby. Masa nak turun tangga tu, entah macam mana...agghhhhh....AKU JATUH!!! OMG, at first tak rasa apa2..just terkejut & bingung...blurr, terkulat2. Then I realised, my shoe...my left shoe is gone!! Haaa? Mana dia kasutku? "Ibu nggak apa-apa? Bisa bangun? Kasutnya..di bawah mobil itu.." Errr...i heard a lady's voice asking, but didn't have the "face" to even look. I said "I'm ok. Thanks so much. Terima kasih ya, buk.." Then this guy got out of his car and helped me to get the shoe from underneath his car. Maaaaak, malunya...
Maka bermula la episod kesakitanku. That night, I was in so much pain that I cried, and cried and couldn't close my eyes to catch any sleep. I was so sure that I broke my ankle!
Pagi, I moved from my bed to the toilet, then to get dressed on the study chair. Nasib baik ada that chair ada wheels... and I almost crawled to breakfast. Instead of taking my food (buffet, kan), the waiters helped me get my food & juices. Didn't eat much, though.. And when Pak Boni finally came to fetch me, I was limping all the way.
At the office, Rini suggested that we go for urut. She knows someone near her house who can massage. But before that we decided to go to the hospital to check if there's any fractures at all. Alhamdulillah...the xray shows no broken bones or fractures. From the hospital, we went straight to Pak Abbas' house in Cililitan, a small town in Jakarta Timur. Pak Abbas and his wife were very kind. The massage was not so painful as it was done so professionally..Kruuup... kraaaap.. haha...macam tu la bunyi bila Pak Abbas membetulkan my sendi2 yang terpeleot tuh!! Pak Abbas said "Minta pada Allah ya..supaya sembuh. Saya tidak bisa, hanya Allah yang bisa menyembuhkan.." He's such a humble person..may Allah bless him all the time for his good deeds. After thanking them both, we headed to Rini's house to get some ginger paste to wrap my ankle. Pak Abbas said that will help to heal the swollen ankle faster.
As we reached Rini's house, her mum was already grinding the ginger. After a warm hello to each other, she quickly pasted the ginger paste onto my ankle and wrapped it with a white cloth. Alhamdulillah...I met all these nice people at a place so far from home. They have all been so kind, caring and helpful although we have never met before. I'm so deeply touched with the love they have...sedih bila ingat that I may not be seeing them again...
It's my last day here. I'll be taking the last flight home. Alhamdulillah, somehow I have completed a big chunk of my work during this short and "tragic" visit.. Thanks to Ibu Ida and Ibu Fira for treating me to a great Japanese lunch at Sushigroove. Ibu Fira insisted to drive although the restaurant is only a walking distance away ;-)
When we touched down at LCCT, kena turun tangga plane!! Ouhh.. ouhh..1 step, 2 step..ouhh..
I did it. But then...terus terkelepot...dah tak boleh jalan dah. The next thing I knew, I was on a wheelchair....and was pushed all the way through the custom, picked up the luggage, to the taxi ticketing counter and..until I boarded the taxi... I must say BRAVO to AirAsia for having such great staff & such a great service.
Am so happy to be home again...my kids were waiting at the gate when arrived. Z was away in Terengganu when I reached home. But he called several times that night to say that he loves me.. ;-)
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