Upon receiving the news that my father would be transferred to Jalan Tun Perak Branch – Kuala Lumpur, I do not know how I react to the news. I am sad but I am also happy. Sad that my father would have to take long transportation rides, my mother and father will be staying apart and perhaps coming back over the weekend. Happy that the house in Subang in now vacant. I woke up this morning with the need to go to the bathroom. I was already awake but not awake to do the daily chores. I tune to my iPod. A thought crosses though my mind. If my father were to drive to work. If would be better for him to drive to Cafefour/ KTM Subang Station. Catch the train from there and stop off from one of the stations within the city vicinity. Then another thought, how is my father going to survive the train. Personally I dislike public transport. I prefer the buses to the train. There are more moving activity in the bus. People coming up and down. The buses route usually passes the city but train go pass the outskirts and their speed can put me to sleep. I can never survive train without music. I can’t read as that will put me to headache. The train ride from Subang to City should be about 45 minutes – 1 hour. What would my father do either than reading Business Week or Edge. What about his dinner. Perhaps my father would go to Usj 3 or Taipan for takeaways or cook. He shall be doing groceries either in Giant or Carefour. He might either take Metrobus or follow my uncle when they goes back to Malacca for the weekend. My mind map road directory for KL, PJ, Damansara, Bangsar was once good. Now it is all dusty. I can’t locate where Jalan Tun Perak at the back of my mind. I still remember the house telephone number before the line was cut. 03 – 80233515. Despite of my father wants to be transportation savvy, I hope he will take the car to drive on Federal Highway, LDP, and etc to explore. I used to live in Subang. I will always drive when we are out. I like driving. I like the feeling of getting lost and Ahh, this is where it is connected to. Growing up, I remember my father telling me that he would like to retire in the city. Now, my dad wish is getting closer. Perhaps just a little steps further as he is still working.
Enjoy working Papa.