dun lie to me!

whatever the reasons, I hate those liars!

I'm gonna tell you something.

it was on friday. as always, I must visit my parents in Kencong, my very lovely hometown.
it was a little drizzling. so I prepare myself an umbrella. not just for me, but also for my youngest son, farend alvaro.
here we go, we stopped a taxi (or people here call it lin, the yellow taxi).
I asked the destination first, because sometimes it wouldn't go to the terminal.
"tawang alun, mbak." answered the driver.
"just don't turn me over to another lin,then!"
"okay" replied the driver.
ngong ngoong ngooooooooooooong....................
(that's the real sound of that vehicle, version of mine :p)

arrived at al huda ( half of the journey), he suddenly said, "please move to the next lin"
"no,thanks!" I strictly rejected him.
"this taxi has no many passengers, you must move now.."
"I said no! you've told me yourself that you were going to take us to tawang alun terminal."
"but look at the condition. i've got to find money!"
"then why you lied to me? if you don't want to take us to the terminal that's ok, but you have to tell us the truth. not like this.."
"ok, ok I'm sorry. but now you really have to move, because I have no more passengers left."
"none of your business. i also have a baby who needs to be protected from rain"
"well, as your wish. we must wait for more passengers here!"
he slammed the door of the car....

(to be continued)