Monday, August 22, 2011
Playboy Melayu Terakhir Goes International : 26 Hours of Sleepless in Saigon (pt. 2)
"Sorry sir, you cannot bring your friend to your room."
"Thats the rule sir. You must wait until 9 a.m."
Fucking hell. 9 a.m.? I can't wait for another two fucking long hour. I can barely keep my eyes open. Normally I dream of sleeping on a soft white feather with bed made of greased naked bodies but here, right now, I'll sleep on hot molten lava in heartbeat.
That receptionist guy really pissed Suzy off. Now she's arguing with him, in Vietnamese of course.
I'm just standing there, trying to figure out what they're saying. I'm crossing my finger and pray hard to the God of Playboy, hoping that the receptionist guy will let us slip this time.
Shit. I must've do something that pissed the God of Playboy before this.
Fuck you, God of Playboy.
Suzy just walk out in frustration.
"Your hotel, no good!", she said half-jokingly.
"So what's next? Got any idea?"
"You want to drink cà phê?
Cà phê is Vetnamese for coffee. As the second largest exporter of coffee, they really take their coffee seriously. Forget those overpriced franchised coffee. You can get much much better coffee with much much cheaper price here in Vietnam. What's the better way to spend the day than having a cà phê at the roadside stall and watch the crazy Saigon traffic passing by.
"Cà phê sữa đá. Two."
Cà phê sữa đá is strong, sweet ice coffee with condensed milk, also known as Kopi Ais Kaw.
"Where do you park your bike?", I asked Suzy.
"Near the Ben Thanh market."
"I think you should take a cab and head home. Get some rest. You can take your bike later."
"I'm ok. I can take the bike and go home. No need for taxi."
"No way I'm gonna let you ride the bike. You're drunk and tired and sleepy. You're not going to reach your smelly, messy room. You're gonna end up in clean, white-sheet bed in the hospital."
"Hey my room not messy ok!", she said to me smiling. That fucking smile.
"I hail a taxi for you, ok?"
"No I dont want. Can you wait until 8 a.m.?"
"Why?", I asked.
Shit. I'm battered enough already. I've been dozing off several times already, only to be awaken by Suzy's sweet little pinch. I don't want to wait. I just want to sleep.
"Wait until my friend go to work first."
"Why you want to wait until your friend go to work?"
"I don't want her to see you?"
"See me? What do you mean?"
"I want you to come with me to my house."
Wohoo! Thank you, God of Playboy.
Lord, I seek forgiveness from thou. Please forget what I said earlier.
"You don't have to do that. I can see you already tired. You should head back home now and get some rest. If you want me to come with you, you have to wait for another 30 minutes. That just not necessary. We can meet later tonight. I have no problem sleeping 'alone' in my hotel room.", I said, trying to be cheeky, with the alone part is emphasized.
"No. I want you to come with me. I want to show you my room is not messy ok."
Oh boy, here we go.......
to be cont...