Now I’m in a big place perhaps in an airport like how this dream turns out later in this story. I had some kind of safety deposit box here. It was a pretty big one too. I could fit a big tennis bag in there; full of things (which I actually did by the way). Among the items was a picture frame. I was about to throw this junk away until I saw it had a faint negative etching of my ex-girlfriend’s; Miza’s face on the glass. Mind you, I did not keep it because of her but rather because of the unique etching that happened to be her face. Huhu. So I put that back where I found it. I started sifting through my other stuff in here – was very happy to see photos of my Minem Janim Gulfiya.
Then I looked at two of my electronic paintings which I placed on digital papers. Apparently one of the paintings was out zoomed wrong. I was fiddling with the linear zoom controls accentuating the side of this digital paper. The more I fiddled the more engrossed I became with my painting. It was colored sky blue overall and had yellow stars strategically placed on the lower left side. I asked to myself, “What does this all mean?”
All of a sudden I felt a tap on my right shoulder. I did not bother to turn around. Anyway before I could do so this dude appeared on my right side and said, “You’re messaging!” Frankly I was quite embarrassed by this and quickly put the paintings away to greet my cousin Najib. Earlier in the day I got news that my other cousin Khalil and his wife were going to the airport to pick-up Najib who was returning from Mekah, Saudi Arabia.
In real life this scenario would be very unlikely to happen because these people are my cousins from different sides of my family and don’t know each other. Anyway – moving on with this story: met with Najib, Khalil and his wife. We all walked over to the exit door nearby. I left them at that point and went back to my safety deposit box. I asked a few attendants whether it was possible to take some of my clothes out. This attendant was busy with a customer and pointed I go to the female attendant nearby.
She then told me its all right to take my belongings out of my safety deposit box as long as I paid for it. Apparently I have to pay to get things out of my own box! I’m already paying a monthly bill for this box and I must pay again to get my own things out of it? This must be another sheet-of-bird system. Heck, I really more than dislike these kinds of rip-offs. “Got to look into not using this service and avoiding other sheet-of-bird systems,” I said to myself.
All of a sudden Khalil pops out his head over the side of the ‘soon-to-be-terminated’ box as though in a rush to be elsewhere. He said, “Mak Long (his mum) wants us to bring Najib for dinner at a nearby restaurant.” I nodded and said that I will join them later. Talking about dinner makes me hungry. I found a bag of chips in this box – seems like I can find anything I want here (notice that I’m not saying ‘my box’ anymore to discard any personal attachment I have with the box which I soon will stop using).
I got my white Polo shirt out and laid some potato chips by the side and started snacking away. The female attendant walked past and stopped to look at me. She shook her head left and right as though signaling I was doing something incorrectly. Well, I signaled to her that I was going to pay for taking my Polo shirt out of my box – I’m not having a problem and do not require her assistance at the moment. Then she came over to me anyway and said, “Sir, you are not allowed to eat here.” Huhuuhhahahh.
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