Earlier this morning, I had to send my sister to her extra class at Kota Kemuning. There was an empty space at the parking lot, beside a very big car. I parked on the left side of the big car. But due to my inexperience in driving cars [I am still having a ‘P’ licence! ;p], I parked so close to the big car. I have to use the co-driver’s side to get out because I couldn’t get out from the driver’s side.
Then, suddenly a boy tapped my waist…
Boy: Excuse me…
Boy: Why did you parked near to my mummy’s car?
Then, his mummy kept apologizing to me because of her son’s behaviour. The reason he asked was because he couldn’t open the door and had to get out through his mummy’s sides.
Mummy: So sorry ya? He had to climb over to get out and he kept asking me in the car, why should he climbed over…
Then, a Malay lady [related to me, btw] asked the boy’s mummy, how old he is and the mummy answered, 4 years old. And the Malay lady said, very good-very good. Malay children of his age will not have the guts to say like that.
My comment? I was so angry. Haha. If his mother is not there, mau aku lesing jugak budak ni… *-* The thing is, it’s true that I was at fault, but where is the sign of respect, man? I will feel better if his mummy is the one who asked me the question. Or it will be better if the kid at least call me like, “Excuse me, uncle..”
But to tap my waist and asked with an Àomàn face….
Nevertheless, that’s just my opinion. Huhu. Some of you may think what the boy did was right, but for me, the manner in which he did it was so… *speechless*… Terkesima aku.. Haha.
Remember, folks, budi bahasa budaya kita! ;D