Ok. So we are 3 retired ladies with some time on our hand. Some time only? Yes … some time only, for retirement, I think doesn’t really exempt you from chores and pursuits. Those little, little tasks are always there.
But tasks aside, there is still so much that we want to do and love to do. I guess ultimately one never retires from life. Life is to be cherished and enjoyed. So goes a wise saying …
And that’s how we ended up at KLIA2, sometime last May to spend four days in vibrant Kuala Lumpur.
Hani, my friend, being more adept at surfing the net took the job of organising the holiday. She solemnly reminded us that “Kita gi KL ni nak relak-relak aje. Bila kita sampai nanti, kita see how. Ok?”
“Ok,” said Azizah and me. We didn’t see any flaw in the plan and heartily agreed. It was definitely a holiday made for retirees! Free from any expectations!
We went to a roasters’ joint for dinner. The seat reminded me of the 70s. Anyway Azizah made her way to the other end of the seat unconsiously uttering “Adoi, adoi, adoi.” Hani took to her seat with the same utterance, “Adoi, adoi, adoi,” And I without missing a beat repeated the same refrain, “Adoi, adoi, adoi.” No seat as far as I could remember was ever more welcomed than that quaint yellow seat.
For breakfast we went to Brickfields, a neighbourhood also known as the Little India of KL. It was just across the road. Lining the road were Indian restaurants offering pratas, dhosas and puris. Need I say that we enjoyed the food? Heh heh heh … It was, without saying, a sumptous breakfast.
We explored the mall which was conveniently situated below the hotel. We lingered deliberately in front of a Spa. With eyes lit up, we looked at the beckoning rates. And Hani, eyes glowing said, “Tomorrow we will go to this spa. Ok?” Ok. Indeed we will.
After all the reason for this holiday was “relak, relak aje.” And a session at the spa would fit nicely with the spirit of our holiday. Azizah later said that she had never in her life, heard more “adoi, adoi, adoi” being uttered.
We are back home now. Back to similar routines. Routines that are truly, truly welcomed for they anchor us to who we really are. But I am glad that I had given some time to nourish my friendship with two close friends. The holiday, was in all honesty, an excuse for just that. Thanks Hani and Zah.