It’s just amazing how my sahabat qoribun can know simply after hearing my calling her name…Cik Naaaaann. She called me today and left a message with the pompuan penjawab talipon on my desk. I called her back as soon as I picit the pompuan’s punat. (If you don’t know by now that the pompuan is the answering machine, your IQ must be minus 64.) Though Cik Nan just said it was urgent and mentioned nothing to the pompuan, I knew it must have been something about her trip down (heretting Zura along) tomorrow.
Anyway, I didn’t think it was going to be a problem for a non-GCC resident to get an Omani visa upon entry…until I saw the information on visa requirement for Oman online. Zura can only be granted a tourist visa if she flies into Muscat tomorrow. Meaning, she will be refused entry at Hatta border-crossing if she travels with Cik Nan. So I called my sahabat qoribun and simply sighed her name…”Cik Naaaaaaan.” Her long apasaaaaaaal was enough to indicate that she almost knew what was coming.
Now, if think I am not blessed enough to have such a friend and such friendship…I don’t know how else would I ever be. I have a great mother, two wonderful sisters and one helluva larger than life best friend. Go girls!
Questa è Enida 
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