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Yesterday, after fininshed my shift at work, Ellie asked me to accompany her to get her flight ticket to the travel agent which she has booked by phone earlier that day. Yet, somehow, she decided to wait for me.

Off we went [by becak.]
It was just a few mili-minutes before the closing hour, she made a few phone calls, twice to the travel agent office which they replied in a dead cold hostile answer [We cannot assure you we will stay open when you show up,] and another phonecall to Lammy, asked him to call this bitchy Lindawaty to wait for another mins for us, "Why? Dont you want a bonus?" Lammy fired back at her. It worked.

Crap!
On the way to that travel agent, I felt a national emergency, held it tight, groped my own stomach, beg for the Almighty to perform a magical of ignorance, and the becak took odd turns which failed us get there faster, trapped in yet another traffics. Ellie kept looking at her phone, me singing Touch My Body in heart.

'12.000," the driver said, Ellie handed out a 50.000 bill, all of us frowned: none of us had small change, raped our pockets, wallets, bags, non,nil.
I looked around, a row off furniture shops, most of them have closed, but the one, exactly behind our butts, was still open. Two chinese women were sitting at the desk, looked at us, sensed our panicked face.

Gimme your fifty, get your ass to that office, I told her. She offerred her thank-you smile and crossed the street in a flash. I went inside the shop, stopped after two steps, the floor was filled with big rolls of tapped, sealed bigg roll of things which I couldnt make up what.

"Can I?" I said, unfinished, looked down at the big long rolls.

She noddeed. She was kind enough to smile, changed the fifty bill into small bills, and said Your welcum.

When I walked out the shop, Ellie was already inside the office, and my Emergency was on the edge. Had to wait for a while to cross the two-line street. I was sweaty as hell, part of the running, part of the Hold-it-up efforts.

I'mma run straight to the restroom, I sweared to God, I even allowed myself to nod as I looked up to the darkened sky.
But no.
Had no chance of wipe my sweaty face, Ellie showed her I-am-so-messed-up face, and was like,"Can you cash some money for me, puhlez?" one hand offered her ATM card.
I failed to hide my You're-shitting-me?!! face, which she easily read, "I'm sorry, but will you, please?"

I run two blocks, waited one person before my turn, then ran back with redden face, the shop was about to close any minute.

Gave her the money and card, I excused myself to the restroom, everyone was ready to leave the office, handbags on their tables, I still got time!!

Clean, not bad.
I sat. Waited. Yeah..!!! It felt like Orgasm, just bit gross.

I was still halfway there when I heard a knock, then a push, then a knock. I said, I'm here!!
I can felt IT was still there, waited.

It knocked again, darn it. I washed, flushed, cleaned, wiped, zipped. Whoa! The smell was a real knock-out. I scanned the room, no air-freshener, nothing. I flushed again, still suffocatingly smell bad. hell with it. I rescued myself after smile at [it was a] her.



I just wished I brought with me a mouthwash, so I can pour it down into the toilet.

Get outta here, I might killed someone in that restroom, I said to ellie, held her arm and stopped a becak, off to the Starbucks at the Plaza met up with Green and Lammy.