“ Here you go Raj, aunty bought you your favorite Nasi goreng Kampung like you always eat,” Aunty Nirmala beckons Razman to her with the large packet of rice.
“Ok Aunty Mala, that’s very sweet of you. Lets eat together at the Janitor’s room”, he replies fondly to her.
Aunty Mala is the only person he speaks to at his office. She calls him the way his mother used to call him- Raj.
Ever since his mom passed away, Aunty Mala is the only person whom he regards to as the closest motherly role. That’s the reason why he seldom goes back to his hometown now.
Since he hardly speaks to anyone at the office to reduce the office politics, being with someone not from his office provides the personal security he had always loved.
“ How was your day today, son? Anything interesting at work?”
“ Nothing much la Aunty, normal stuffs. Before I went out to lunch, came across several girls gossiping and talking – I don’t like that type of girls lah”.
“ You better don’t say that you don’t like- afterwards you will end up marrying a girl like that!” and she laughs out loud.
“ No la, not like that Aunty. They were talking about some entity and ghosts in the toilet.. I don’t like hearing that because you are working in the toilet areas. I don’t want anthing happening to you if the stories that they were gossiping about is real, “ he laments.
“ Its ok Raj, Aunty will be fine here.. Been doing this job for as long as I can remember”.
Aunty Mala squeezes his hand and gave him a warm smile of reassurance.
“Besides, if there will be any ghosts, Aunty will karate them away”. She demonstates her karate chops and they both laugh endearingly.
Razman goes back to his office after finishing his lunch with Aunty Mala. He is secretly glad he befriended her- she’s been nothing but kind towards him.
Suddenly he felt pangs of pain from missing his late mother.