I was trying to talk with my friend's maid. We always have a communication problem. She hardly knows any English and I know bits and pieces of Malay. She was telling me her boyfriend and all. I felt really blessed after hearing it, just knowing how much more lucky I am than to have been in her circumstance.
Divorced, with a child and a boyfriend in another country, it's not easy or fair. She asked me whether I had a boyfriend and I said I didn't. She asked why, that was a big problem. It's tiring enough to explain why I don't have or don't want a boyfriend, and translating it into Malay was just gonna get tougher.
"Saya... uh, tak... nono.. lelaki...*lacking Malay vocabs* are assholes," I said.
"Ummm... lelaki, uh.. tak baik."
Phew! That was sure hard. Just trying to have a simple conversation with that woman is a chore for me. She's a really good maid nonetheless, we both love each other to bits! She always asks me what I want to eat, knowing I don't eat chicken and what not, she makes salad for me. Sweet huh.
I haven't been home for 2 days now. I would say it's another form of running away, rather than just disappearing and parents making police reports. You tell them where you're residing making a clear indication you hate your home and never ever want to go back.
I'm just so much trouble at times. No doubt I feel like a parasite too. Even though my best friend comforts me saying it's alright, it does not feel right.