Questa è Enida

From the corner of my eyes I knew she was eyeing me. In fact, she scouted around me, walking nervously in loops before disappearing behind the airport exhibition partition board, perhaps trying to gather some courage to do what she had to do to me.

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Just when I was not looking – or honestly trying not to look – she came back with her nervous smile that almost looked like a pain on her face. She said her ‘hello’ but I squeezed my lips tightly together and gave her a sigh, consciously refraining myself from saying, “Yeah yeah… what do you want?”

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And when she said, “On behave of the LCCT airport blah blah blah blah blah…” I was ever so ready to correct her pronunciation of the word behalf. Plus, I was at KLIA, not LCCT. Hello miss, hello miss, yenna solla poringa? Mimpis kah kawu hini?

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However, into the second minute of the survey interview and after knowing that her name was Lee Ngor, which made me think of Lee Young in Singapore… I started to have some painless smiles on my face. Surprisingly, I was kind of enjoying having someone asking me about what I like and what I would like to have at an airport.

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At the end of the interview, Lee Ngor took out a red leaflet from her tote bag and handed it to me, thanking me almost profusely. Hmmm… now that I have a voucher for a room at a nice new hotel, maybe I too should conduct a survey in order to decide whom to take with. Ehem!

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Oooh Enida, behave!

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