It seemed very harmless at first when I was invited by Ab and H to what I thought was night fishing at Kota Tinggi. So, at 8pm I went to their house and I saw a car parked in front of their house which was not theirs. I thought maybe were following them because they knew the place, so... I was feeling okay then.

In the car, they were playing some 90s (very very slow) songs which I found really awkward and also some very very mainstream current songs. I was in a stranger's car that I don't know and he was playing some irritating songs. Come on, play some songs from The Bravery or Snow Patrol la... The driver, also the leader of the family was talking so much to H, it was like H is the son he never had and he wanted to adopt H. He wanted to bring him to family weddings, family outings and so on. Me and Ab just spoke few words as we don't really have anything worthwhile to talk about.

So, we arrived at the first stop of a very regrettable night. A house. This is the point where we know what was really happening. Tonight's activity wasn't fishing, it was visiting their family member a day before their "bersanding" ceremony tomorrow. I felt so cheated.

The 3 of us had a conversation which went something like this

Ab : Kite kene tipu dengan H la...
Me : *facepalm*
H : Sori ar... aku ingat pegi fishing, tapi rupenye bende ni pulak
Ab : Aku kalau bende2 cam ni sori ar... aku memang tak minat

We then knew that there were going to be some karaoke as well at the majlis. Great(sarcasm). We arrived at the majlis which were only for family members and we were there. I'm not really familiar with crashing a majlis that I'm not invited to. I bersalam with everyone there and sat. Then, the family guy, introduced us and said "Ni semua pilot ni" (dengan bangganya) . I expected that, so typical of Malaysians and Malays as well. H, the kind of son that the family guy ever wanted was invited to karaoke. I lol'd. I recommended him Widuri by Broery as it wasn't a hard song to perform. But, I must say... H you sang it bad, really badly. I had an evil grin on my face.


I don't know if this is a Johorean culture, but from where I'm from (Selangor), we don't sing karaoke loudly (macam konsert) at 10pm until midnight. I had a big culture shock that night. What made it worse (if I was the neighbor) was that it was in a terrace housing area. Which makes the neighbors is right beside you.

We arrived at our house and after saying our thank yous to them, they left. We 3 looked at each other and smiled.

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