[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

It was too late to worry about that now. As I drove up to her, I wound down my window and politely asked, "Hi! I'm your personal Grab driver for today! Are you Maggi?"

She nodded.

"Well, jump onboard!" I said enthusiastically.

She opened the rear passenger door got in as I watched using the rear view mirror.

"Oh sorry!" she exclaimed suddenly.

I jolted back to reality. For a moment I thought I had picked up the wrong person and I started to panic.

"Huh? What happened? You are Maggi, right?"

"Yes, yes." She clarified, "I just feel bad that I am sitting behind. You are not really a Grab driver; I should be sitting in front, next to you."

"Chey! I thought I picked up the wrong passenger," I replied nonchalantly, "For you, you want to sit in front, behind, on top, outside – all also can lah! It’s ok with me one. Anyway, we are rushing to pick your son up. No need to bother about the small stuff; just don’t let the poor boy wait too long, wait he anxious, he may cry." The truth is – I preferred her to sit at the back. That way, she wouldn’t notice the bulge she was causing in my pants. Also, it was easier for me to sneak peeks at her while pretending to check the rear view mirror and blind spots.

"Oh! You seem to know young children very well." She complimented me, "my husband always don’t seem to care or even try to understand."

"But you are correct," I said, trying to be witty, "I am not a Grab driver so there’s no app telling me where you want to go so I will just keep driving straight until you tell me where to pick our little prince." I ended with a weak laugh to show that I wasn’t trying to be sarcastic.

Maggi started chuckling. "Oh yah hor. Silly me." Using both the front seats as support, she pulled herself forward so that she could give me directions. In the process of doing so, she gave me a quick down blouse.

"You just go straight here and then later at the traffic light, you turn left and then left again." She instructed using her hands to emphasize which way I should turn.

I turned slightly to my left and nodded.

Satisfied with my acknowledgement, she slumped back into the back seat.

"Why you send your son to a play school that’s so far away?" I asked, trying to start keep the small talk going.

"It’s very difficult to get places in play schools nowadays. We tried many places; put on waiting list. This was the only place available." She said. "At first, my husband said he will drop our son at play school before he goes to work but then he said the timing a bit out. If this was Ipoh, I would drive him myself!"

"Wow! You drive!" I remarked. "Malaysian girl drivers……"

"Are what? Kayu?" She interrupted me. She sounded offended.

"No… No…" I quickly replied, "in my books they are the most skillful, drive so much better than even Singaporean men drivers."

"Is it?" She asked, probably trying get further affirmation of what I said or to fish for more compliments, "my husband says my driving sucks 'big time' and he would never trust me with his car."

Seeing my chance to score some brownie points, I told her that her husband was a fool.

From the rear view mirror, I could see she was blushing slightly.