Ok. I feel like I’ve swallowed some rotting pussy.
Like ughhh.
The thing is, my uncle brought us fresh lala 2 weeks ago and he said he bought it from pasar tani. The taste was so sweet till I finished most of the 2 kilos myself. So this week, dengan semangat membara, I wake up when it’s till dark making my way to pasar tani.
I saw the lala alright, but it was not in a water container as mentioned by my uncle but what the heck, the whole row only that particular stall sells that lala. Feeling fa lala lala, I bought them for 1.5 kilos buttttt after walking at the next row, I saw a lady selling lala, lokam, oyster dan segala keturunan shells in a watery bucket.
Shit, this must be the one that my uncle talked about.
Haruslah aku rasa nak mencarut dahla murah 2 ringgit.
Like, cibailahhhhhhhhhh apsal aku tak jalan-jalan sampai abis dulu tadiiiiiii.
Takpe..takpe I said. The lala I just bought pon fresh juga. That’s me and my pasar tani partner comforting ourselves because we saw some of the lala that we bought terjelir-jelir.
Sigh.
Not fresh ok. Not sweet. Ok, maybe some of them do taste sweet but some of them tasted like rotting pussies. Don’t ask me how I know the taste, my imagination are just above the par.
I think the mix the new ones with the old ones. Nilah dia tau, nak cepat untung. My pasar tani partner said he will go and tell them off next week, on how pussy tasting their lala are. He can be mean sometimes, especially to customer services who doesn’t know how to service.
I am going to lie down. My tekak and tongue need some rest and so do my arms.
The excursion selling tart to the pasar pagi yesterday that made me tawaf 2 kali, had left my arms feeling so sengal and sakit. Selling tart and a question mark?
Don’t ask. Just blame it on my emak.
Btw, I miss her :(
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