When my wife suggested that we go back to her hometown for early Ramadan, I quickly dismissed her suggestion. If you know me enough, you will know how much I hated driving back to Kelantan more than necessary. Necessary as in once during Eid and another during the year end school holidays. I’m tired of plying the same old route, seeing the same old sight and crawling through the same old traffic jams. I must have driven through the same road a hundred times over the years. It is just not an attractive proposition for me.
My wife, being the stubborn person that she is, was adamant of driving the car home all by herself. Perhaps she could but it will be really challenging and with an infant in tow. If she did go through with her threat and something bad happens, I will surely look like the bad guy. Ultimately, common sense prevailed and my wife suggested that we book a flight home instead. I was mostly agreeable to the plan except for the paying part. You know these flights, even the low cost ones, are not cheap. But when she offered to pay for everything, it was music to my ears. So that’s how we ended up taking this 700+ worth of flight home to Tanah Merah which is where I’m typing this from today.
Is it worth spending 759.60 for a return flight ticket to Kota Bharu? If you look at the face of my wife since yesterday, it certainly is for her. She did receive a pretty generous bonus last week so 759.60 is not that big in the scheme of things. If money is no object for me, I certainly wouldn’t mind as well. But money is hard to come by most times for me so you probably won’t see me splurging that much for a short, 4 days trip to the same old Tanah Merah. If it’s Bali or Bangkok, I’m all in. But it’s not so that’s that.
It is incidentally our youngest’s first experience on a plane. He seems oblivious of the entire journey though. It feels like he’s sitting on a seat for an extended train journey. He did look out of the window but the fact that we were 10,000 feet up in the air is lost on him.
My father in law was kind enough to pick us up from KBR airport. All 7 of us had to cram ourselves into that small Bezza for the hour-long journey to Tanah Merah. Thankfully we arrived safe and sound in the end.
After what it feels like four tremendously boring days at home, it’s time to go back to Kuala Lumpur (thank god). My sister, Izni, was kind enough to send us all to the airport where we took the evening flight. It was a nervous check in for both flights because I had actually entered Asif’s name wrong for the ticket. It was Asif Yusuf bin Mohd Rais instead of bin Mohd Afif. Fortunately the security personnel and flight crews didn’t notice the typo both times. Worst case scenario, Asif could have been denied from boarding but I don’t really believe it would come that.
