Mr. X and the Bus Station

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Mr. X had finished his business in KL and was leaving soon, so I caught him on a Friday night for a farewell yumcha session. Picked him up and went back to the area where we had dinner the week before. Although the place was called Bus Station Cafe, not many things in the cafe was devoted to this theme. Out at the front, there was a lousy sketch of a bus and one table came with a roof that looked like something one would see at a bus stop. But that was about it. When we first arrived, business was quite slow. Just one couple sitting outside and another group of pre-adolescent lalas inside. None of the customers were oogle-worthy. What caught Mr. X's attention was the staff. The waiter and the cashier had hit 8.0 on the beng scale. Enough to make him wet. :P. To be honest, the cashier was quite attractive with his jet black hair, fair skin and tribal tattoos running across his arms. We sat at one of the booths and ordered. Was kinda irked that the cushions were full of ciggie ash. Ugh. Since I was down with the flu, I got myself a large mug of hot honey milk while Mr. X tempted me with a bowl of green tea shaved ice.

Basically I just asked him about his work that past week. Seems that things went well. Physically just the two of us at the table, but both of us were also constantly in contact with Nichonic via What's App, and that kind turn things into a threesome. All that talking had worked up an appetite, so we shared a plate of Hakka Gichidiam! It's actually Hakka abacus seeds. Dunno what online translator they used. Must be worse than the one that MINDEF used for their clothes that poke the eye fiasco. The abacus seeds were fake. Obviously they contained zero yam and was sliced out from a cylindrical piece of flour. However, it tasted quite good! Wonderfully stir-fried with minced pork, black fungus, dried shrimp and chives! Very fragrant. Our conversation dragged on and we ordered another round of drinks. Mr. X ordered white coffee and he contained about the non-dairy creamer that they used. so particular. :P. It was running late and the flu had run me down, so I sent Mr. X home at about 11:00pm. Gave him a big hug and a big squeeze. :D. Dunno when we will meet next.

Comments

Lifebook said…
I want hug too next time we meet
Gratitude said…
Are we not hug-worthy? :(
+Ant+

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