Kismet

Training today(err, yesterday by now) was hard but I enjoyed it and lunch was served at the dojo. The day was hot and we wanted to go for a nice cold sugarcane drink but we couldn’t find any stall selling it. We drove round and round the area but everything looked so blah.

Although there were many eateries, kopitiams and cafes in that area, we just couldn’t find one that we liked. Then we drove by the nearest LRT station to see the eateries/cafes near it but again, despite their colorful settings etc, we just didn’t feel the pull nor attraction to be in any of those. So we parked the car at the station and somehow had this out of the blue ‘snap’ impromptu moment of ‘let’s take the lrt to KLCC’. That spontaneous decision made, we were in KLCC 20 minutes later, heading towards our favorite foodcourt on the top floor, RASA.

I walked ahead pushing through the crowd, as usual blindly and non committal to my surroundings. I was actually quite far ahead of the husband, almost reaching to the other side of the foodcourt when I heard him holler out to me. I turned and the next thing I knew, I saw a familiar person squealing in delight running towards me and the next split second, I recognised who she was and we hugged and squeal in disbelief of the chanced meeting.

Em n Chris are on holiday around Asia. They took a month off from work to go from Shanghai, back to visit Em’s folks in SG and then drive up the coastal road of Malaysia. Em is an old, old friend from my island whom since  a decade ago, has been a PR of Australia. Her mother is this endearing Malay cikgu I simply love and who shares my adoration for Hetty Koes Endang. Em was one of the common friend I had with my husband before I even knew or met my husband. Chris is her Austrian husband and they now live in Melbourne. 3 things us and them have in common are travel-books-food and the last being teh tarik, but that’s under food, no?

We didn’t know they were in KL .They decided to just hang out in the city for a day after the long coastal drives. They didn’t know we would be in KL today and thinking it would just be 24 hours here, they decided to look us up another time they make their way to our side of the world. But kismet, as it is had better plans. And it was as if unknowingly, we were led to bumping into them at KLCC. And what’s more creepy, my hubby was wearing the T-Shirt he got from Melbourne, for the project he was working in partnership with Em in Melbourne years back, of all days, today. The t-shirt which has seen better days and of late usually found at the bottom of the cupboard, for some reason was worn today in all of its ratty-tatty glory.

The very last time we met them was also by chance, in Frankfurt. They were visiting Chris’ hometown somewhere near the Austria-Germany border, while we were visiting my husband’s sick grandfather in his village in Oberusel, Hessen. The wonders of technology made it possible to see that all four of us were in Germany, and going to be in Frankfurt on the same day at the same time, so in all spontaneity, decided to go for latte at the train station. That was fun! And today, it was as if it was written that we would be reunited. Awesome was not quite the apt word to describe it. Strange more like it. Like how, had we given up and just went back home after not finding a suitable place to have a drink, the reunion would not have happened.

But kismet is always strange, ain’t it?

Chris insisted that the next time we run into each other, it will be in Spain, considering that all four of us have a common fascination — Andalusia, albeit all for different reasons; Chris for its weather and beauty, Em for its art, my hubby for its engineering system which is the core content for his postgrad thesis and myself, for its history and of course, its brush with Tariq bin Zyad. We shall see if Chris will be right… because as it is, kismet is always mysterious like that.

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