The bus trip

Did the craziest thing last night. I don't know what possessed me but I bravely agreed to take the bus home from JB to KL with all 3 kids in tow and maid but without hubby. He cannot take leave on Monday and had some business commitments to settle. He drove us down to JB on Saturday morning and went back to KL sunday afternoon.

So there we were, me and my brood, maid, mom and brother with my dad at the wheels, driving like crazy, cursing at every traffic light, trying to reach the bus terminal before my 6.30pm express bus leaves.

Reached the terminal a few seconds before 6.30pm, looked for the platform and the bus. Dragged the children with brother minding the luggage.Reached out for my 4 tickets to the driver and then suddenly " Eh, kak, ini tiket semalam!" Huh! Yesterday's ticket...mana boleh, I specifically asked for tiket petang raya, which is today. Remembered going behind the ticket counter and looked at the seats diagram, telling the fat lady minding the counter, I wanted these specific seats....not to the back but at the same time, not directly behind the driver.

Iye kak, hari ni 10 haribulan, ini tiket semalam.Ya Allah, I have checked the tickets umpteenth time but for the life of me, I can't register that 9 Jan is on Monday.

Huaaa....what should i do? It's not my fault, is it? Because I remembered telling the fat lady, I wanted tickets for petang raya. Buat apa nak beli tiket balik before raya because that is the reason I balik JB in the first place. Huaaaa...

The friendly drivers and staff ( I presumed) of the bus company called the fat lady, which I eventually I found her name to be Kak Ina. Kak Ina asked me to come to the ticketing counter. To cut the long story short, I can board the bus but I have to pay half of the fares. Whateverlah...as long as I can board the bus. In the meantime, my children and luggage are all over the place with my maid n brother minding them.

It was nearly 7pm when the bus left the terminal. It was largely an uneventful journey, the children felt asleep right after the bus moved. I cannot sleep, cursing myself for my carelessness and stupidity, which made me RM48 poorer. The highway was busy and as usual, was congested right before Seremban. We reached KL around 12am.

But remind me to ask Bibik to take anti mabuk pills the next time we plan to travel. The children are all quite well behaved ( well, quite...except for a few cries here and there) but Bibik was mabuk all the way! I cannot depend on her to take care of the children and I have to do everything myself. She smothered herself with some type of minyak angin or balm, which made it worse, because the smell of the minyak is too strong. I just have to endure it and the jam packed highway doesn't made it any easier.

Towards the end of the trip, the friendly driver ( did I mentioned' friendly' earlier?) told me that a few people called him, asking him to stop the bus.It seemed that the 4 passengers left behind, asked for him to wait for them. Nasiblah, next time, if the ticket said 6.30pm , then it is 6.30pm lah not 7pm lah brader...heheheh...or else I would be left stranded at the terminal...phew...