Zain Azri, the confused kid — Part 3

OCT 17 — This week, we follow Zain as he goes for an outing with a group of his friends who also happen to be his university mates.

They go out for dinner and then a night out on the town — hanging out and most probably listening to some “live” music.

The guys all stuff themselves into Zain’s cute little mint green Perodua Kancil and they drive off, leaving Shah Alam for the city.

It’s right about dinner time when the boys get to a food court. Spoilt for choice, the boys scramble as they go for their favourite food.

Zain rushes to a stall that has the sign “Beef Ball Noodles”, manned by a friendly-looking uncle in a Pagoda singlet dipping noodles into a pot of soup.

“Uncle, ho yee pei ngo yet woon ngow yok yeen mai fun?” Zain says in his broken Cantonese. (“Uncle, can I have a bowl of beef ball noodle soup?”)

“Wah! Malai yen sek kong kungfu wah! Ngo pei lei tho theet ngow yok yeen!” replies the uncle. (“Wah! A Cantonese speaking Malay! I’ll give you more beef balls!”)

Zain walks along happily with his bowl of beef ball noodle soup, his favourite dish in the whole wide world.

As he approaches the table where his friends have gathered, they turn to him with shocked looks on their faces.

Zain sits down and starts munching and slurping his favourite dish, not noticing the looks on his friends’ faces.

“Oi Zain! Halal ke makanan tu?” asks Azidi Kamil, as he nudges Zain.

“Eh? Halal lah! Kau tak pandai baca Jawi ke?” Zain points towards the stall’s halal signage.

“Tapi apek tu orang Cina. Kau yakin ke?” says Saiful Azman.

Zain just nods and continues to flick his chopsticks around in the bowl as he struggles to pick up a beef ball to feed his mouth.

“Kalau aku, memang tak makan kalau orang Cina masak,” says Faris Irwan. “Entah apa dia pegang sebelum dia datang kerja.”

“Alaa, mesti dia basuh tangan dulu,” Zain replies.

“Kalau ye pun, geli lah. Aku tak nak masuk neraka makan makanan tak halal,” says Faris Irwan again.

Zain decides to ignore his friends and continue enjoying his dinner.

Once they all finish dinner, they bundle themselves into the car again to head to a club where a local indie band is playing that night.

When they arrive, the sound of the rock music blasting from inside could already be heard at the entrance. The boys rush inside, all excited and ready to have a good time.

The place is crowded and they push their way straight to the bar at the back of the club to get their drinks for the night.

“Beer satu,” Saiful Azman orders.

The bartender fills a mug from the tap and hands it over to an anticipating Saiful Azman who already has his hand out. The bartender then turns to Azidi Kamil.

“Aku nak layan stout lah malam ni,” Azidi Kamil says.

“Aku kelas sikit malam ni! Boss, tolong bagi satu gelas whisky!” laughs Faris Irwan.

The bartender turns toward Zain after he hands the others their drinks. Zain just smiles and points towards the soda fountain.

“Coke please.”

*All names have been changed to protect confidentiality.

* The views expressed here are the personal opinion of the columnist.


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