Thursday, July 04, 2013

A stranger who is not a stranger...

Nakamora trained his eyes to every nooks and corners of the yellow-colored shophouses. The majority of them, if not almost all, are eateries of all types of dishes and all kinds of operations: mamak shop, kelantanese food, thai food, lebanese food, indonesian food, cake house, seafood restaurant, and even a restaurant named after a popular local cartoon TV series that is set to supplant doraemon.
He has been looking for him, someone from the other part of the world. Could it be Pakistan, Afghanistan, or any of the other ...stans countries. He couldn't tell and he never cared. After all he was nice, well-mannered, and seems to know how to carry himself around. Nowhere could he be seen.
He used to sell wooden handicraft, and Nakamora bought one several years ago. It was their first encounter. Nakamora since then stumbled on him whenever he went to have his meal at one of the restaurant, and they greeted each other cordially. Last year in December he said that he is going home for a while and will come back when it is summer in his country.  That's about March this year, but he's still not to be seen.
He was a stranger, but somehow he isn't, else Nakamora wouldn't be bothered looking around. In life, there are occassions that touch your heart, and there are people who did the same. Mohamad Abid, to Nakamora, is one such person.

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