The another thought struck me. Wait a minute. I saw him dropping someone off at the station. He must come from around Kepong/Taman Ehsan area, right? Suspicion crept in. I wanted to take a look at his plate number when I saw something else.
He had his 'thing' out and was fondling it!
Oh my God! I was so shocked. And stunned. I was momentarily disoriented. Plate number forgotten, I walked away as fast as I could from the parking lot. He kept calling me. I walked so fast that I almost run. The next thing I know, I was throwing up in the toilet of the train station. I felt so violently sick. I threw up until nothing came out of my mouth except the bile saliva. Still, it didn't feel right.
I wanted to curl up and cry. My shaking fingers were trying to press the number 2 button on my handphone, to call him up but then I remembered he just went to bed. So I took a deep breath. Deep breath. Public toilet. Bad idea. I was throwing up again in no time. And I am now in the office, trying very hard to forget.
That's how I start my Monday. How's yours?

