Its an "Auntie" thing

"Ah, why do i feel sorry for them". I was talking to myself in a sardined monorail on the way to Bukit Nanas. The self-conversation was ignited from the sight of a handful of fifteens hugging each other on one of the stations with such intimacy that does not feel like it came out from the right place. I would really be convinced that the guy would be punch so hard if the father of the girl was to witnessed it; but yet again, maybe not, since everyone takes it as a norm these days.

I squeezed out of the sardin train with the imaginary pain thinking what if my daughter were to be touched freely and willingly by some other 15 year old. I would definitely punch the guy hard on the face.

An old lady in her fifties was holding a big yellow map in hand which distracted me from my self-invented pain while i walked down the stairs on the pathway to Dang Wangi Station. (No i did not ask what she thinks about young kids hugging each other) She was puzzled with her surrounding and waved around with her pointing directions while the young lady that was seemingly helping seem as puzzled as well. I "kepo-ly" approach them. The young lady saw me kepo-ing so she excused herself. And so, i was left alone with the auntie that was blabbering in fluent Cantonese, which i never picked up despite TVB dramas being on par with Disney when i was a kid.

"Shera-ton", she read it out loud with the low pitch emphasize on the "ton" that sounded exactly like how Honkies (Hong Kong people) would pronounce English words in soap dramas. Yes, she was from Hong Kong along with her two sisters which wobbled to our side while i researched the scribbled map and the aunties going frantically about how grateful they are :p

Oh! Sheralton Hotel is at the back of Dang Wangi, which by now would probably be too dangerous for the three aunties to wobbled their way back. Hence i offered to walk them while casually warning them to be careful of robberies. The next thing you know, their relieved faces stretch into tense faces with their eye balls almost popping up asking about safety and security and Malaysian police and... "C Lai", they are amazing creations :p

With the limited vocabs i have in Cantonese, which probably does not sound like Cantonese after all, i was surprisingly having a good time talking to them, about families, holidays, food, Sarawak and "KLCC" (i wish i could pronounce that in the Honkie way here :P) Of course they go all the way about their kids and their kids' education and career. And till we had to say goodbye, i wished the road to the hotel was longer. I think they were saying that they were thankful by their murmuring of "hou hou yan a" but i felt great myself to be able to lend a hand to 3 lost Hong Kong Aunties that were so cute and adorable. Hopefully they would not have to come across any robberies throughout their stay,

although its probably something you can only find in Malaysia ;)

to my favourite Aunt, Auntie Ching Pui :)

which speaks Cantonese too, but English to me la