Azrin's story 1

Azrin just finished his football practice. Usually after his training session, Azrin would join the rest of the team for some teh-tarik at Ali Maju Bistro. But it seems like today isn’t going to be like every other day; Azrin grabbed his Three-Stripes sports bag and his tumbler and went off. Well, actually, none of his friends noticed that he did not join them that evening. Who cares anyway. So he drove his brand-new-maroon-1.6 (oh ya..plus the 5 Zigen metallic sport rim) Satria Neo and headed home. I wouldn’t want to talk about his driving as one can hardly breathe while Azrin’s hands are on the steering wheel.

He noticed a Pantai Medical ambulance followed by another medical vehicle was speeding from the other side of the road as he reached his housing area. Hm. That’s rare. Minutes later, he was already entering his apartment's security post and he could see dozens of cars and a very large crowd of people at the entrance of his block. Oh dear. Looks like I just have to struggle myself between them to get through. He thought. He walked from his parking spot towards the crowd and as he reaches there, he heard voices shouting his name, Hey its Azrin. Its Azrin lah. He’s back already. Everyone. Move. Move. All the noise suddenly turned into a pasar lelong ‘selling’ his name. Azrin. Azrin. Everyone. Azrin. I didn’t know I was this famous in the neighbourhood. He fled off as he saw an opening at the end of the crowd.

Now, standing in front of his apartment’s door, Azrin couldn’t believe his eyes. He was speechless and he could barely feel his legs. What….the…hel….

by Presidento