Just before lunch on Thursday, Amanda asked whether I’d have lunch with her around her place. She needed someone to accompany her home because she thought she’d left her iron on. So before anything tragic happens, she ought to return and switch it off.
“Amanda, if the iron is actually switched off, I’m going to kill you.”
“You go and order mix kebab for me dulu lah.”
After that she walked up to the compounds of the condominium. Liyana lived there once. Security is pretty tight at the entrance.
She rummaged her wallet for something.
Her junior and I were already walking to the restaurant. A couple of steps ahead, she turned around and called for us. I had a feeling that this could happen. She was semi-panicking and waving.
This girl left her access card and key in the office. Absolute fail! Both of my colleagues then tried tracing any smoke coming out of the area, which they believed could indicate trouble coming from the iron (I really doubted that that would be of help).
“Amira, you should have asked whether I brought my keys with me!
“Okay. Next time, I will do just that.”
So what could we do? The three of us went for lunch at an Indian restaurant right away. Laughing about how idiotic the trip was, returned to the office and the same time hoping that nothing bad would happen.
You know what? When she reached home that evening (with her keys) she learned that the iron was actually switched off.
Amanda, you’re crazy.