Wrong Train!

"The next train leaves at 3.30".

I stood, looking at my aunt and grandmother. The ticket to KL was already in my hand, I got it for a mere 6 bucks. Pretty cheap for an adventure.

"You know," I said to my aunt, "You really don't have to wait till I leave."

There were many reasons to why I said that. First one was because she had an appointment somewhere, and I didn't want her to be late. I also felt like a child with her and Gran waiting with me there. Lastly because I'd feel sad to see them leaving when I get into the train. Funny how it made me feel that way everytime, everytime I see someone leave I have this heavy feeling, this ache in my heart, even though I know, if God wills,  I am going to see them again.

"All right then. Good luck with your adventure."

She gave me a warm hug, and Gran did, too, before we went our separate ways. 

So there I was, alone, dragging luggage, keep checking for my ticket. That's the thing I worry most. Not money, not handphone. I freaked out once in an aerotrain to KLIA, because I thought I lost my passports and boarding pass. It left me traumatised the whole life. And pickpockets are everywhere they said.

Just minutes later the train arrived, and it stopped right in front of me, as if saying, come on board. Maybe a little exaggeration. I hopped in without thinking, and was a little weird on why was the train to KL was almost empty. I don't know what's so exciting about KL that everyone was going there. I mean, knowing KL, I'd want to go as far from the rat race of the city.

"Is this train heading towards Rawang?"

Finally I managed to gather enough courage to ask the guy in front of me. Just to make sure, you know. To my surprise his answer was no. I sort of see it coming, but keep telling myself it was.

"It's heading to Sg. Gadut."

"So it's going other way around?"

"Err..yes."

"Oh dearest. Now what do I do?"

"You can stop at the next station and cross over to the other side of the station."

"Omo, I took the train at the wrong platform, didn't I? Do you think I have to get a new ticket?"

I didn't know why I ask that, for money was the last thing I worry then.

"Nope."

Then I felt relieved. Ummi surely wouldn't be mad for taking the train--I can take the wrong train and go as far as Singapore if I want, so long as it won't cost me a penny.

The guy was very nice, and cute, and I wondered how someone so cute can be so nice. We got down at Senawang, which was the next station south from Seremban. He even showed me where to take the train to KL. That was really nice of him.

So I was alone again, in Senawang this time, the station all deserted and if someone were to come and mug me they would at least leave with a hundred bucks loaded....

And thank goodness I asked! With my really inadequate Geography knowledge, how on earth would I have guessed that Senawang is actually further away to KL than Seremban?