It's either that or he's just plain creepy. I admit, I enjoy the attention, the discounts and the free food and drinks but that is about as far as i can tolerate his over 'friendliness'. When he started to broach the topic of marriage after just my 2nd stop at the place, my instinct says run Izzy, run! This guy is dangerous.
But you see, his is the only halal place in a 10km radius, and by the end of a long day at the hospital, i get mighty hungry for some real food instead of instant ramen. So even when my gut feeling says I shouldn't, I somehow still find myself going back there again.
Today, he asked for my email address.
"What for?" I asked him, with a slight tinge of laughter on the side so as not to make him think I'm being mean.
"For friends," he replied in his broken English. He looked so hopeful i just didn't have the heart to say no. So i gave him my email, my least used one, and he gave me his even though i didn't ask him for it.
"So what age do Malaysian girls marry?" he asked suddenly. Darn, again with the marriage questions.
"25 and beyond." i answered curtly. "Older than me anyway," hinting that this was not a topic i'm comfortable talking about with a random guy from a fast food outlet. I mean, for goodness sake, talk about the weather like a normal stranger will ya?
"And you, marry Malaysia or here?" he asked.
"I want to marry a Malaysian. It's easier," again hinting that I'm not interested. "By the way, this tea is really good." I tried to steer the conversation a different route.
"Yes thank u. So, you arrange marriage or love marriage?" His persistence with staying on this topic of marriage was absolutely astounding. And what the heck is love marriage anyway? I just figured he meant me choosing my own partner, so i said yes to that.
"And what guy you like?"
Definitely not you.
I almost said that aloud, but caught myself in time.
"Any decent guy," i answered instead. "Is my order ready by any chance?" At that point in time, i was getting tired of all his inappropriate questions. It had been close to half an hour since i ordered and I knew for a fact that it doesn't take that long to make a kebab.
"Oh yes yes." He handed me my kebab then, which i seriously suspect had been ready 15 minutes ago. But since he gave me a discount, i didn't complain.
"You must come again tomorrow, okay. And also Wednesday." he insisted after i paid up.
"I need to catch my bus home on Wednesday. So I dunno, maybe, if i have time."
"No no. You come here. I drive you. It's okay."
I couldn't help but laugh. Goodness, he must really like me huh?
"We'll see," i said as i walked out the door not looking back.
And just in case you're wondering, I have not the slightest intention of ever going back there again! Way way too creepy.
p/s: HAHAHA. I guess i still have the charm to make people swoon~~~~
13 comments:
hahahahahahahahaha
You're laughing. But just imagine how creepy it was for me - adjusting to living alone in a new place while being harassed by weird people who seem awfully desperate for a wife.
Thank goodness I'll only be here a few more days. I will survive! Yosh!
congratulations =)
aaa give that poor guy a chance izzy!he's really trying!hahaha
u didnt get tricked this time..hooray~
Balong - hahaha.. i didn't even realize congratulations were in order?
Anonymous - Not in a million years, not even if he begs. Btw, what dya mean getting tricked? Somehow i get the feeling you're talking about something else, are u? Now see, this is when a name would hv been great help.
imagine, tomorrow, the guy shows you a lovely small, red velvet covered box. open it and goes "would you marry me? pleassseeee........?"
my answer would be: "NO! but can i keep the ring?" hehehe.
im sure to talk how uve written about him hn i go to mullingar. surely ull check who's going there in the coming months eh?
Go ahead. i'm sure he'll ask about me before you do. muahahaha! (keyakinan) =P
Seek for the Almighty protection, InsyaAllah. Take good care of urself.
I will =)
arabic guy?
Indian actually. From northern India. But he looked Arabic. He's 29. He has a sister who is a doctor. He goes to Mecca every year (he actually showed me pictures from his laptop). He has a house in Kennigan (wherever that is). He owns another 2 restaurants somewhere i can't remember, and he plans to marry by the end of the year.
Believe it or not, i got all that after only 2 visits. I'm telling you, the guy likes me. Hahahaha.
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