I know. It's a bit late. But what the heck!.....
Selamat Tahun Baru 1430 Hijrah & Selamat Tahun Baru 2009!!!
The last update was last year. Been busy with guests and the long holidays. Two "hari terjepit" in two consecutive weeks!.
A lot of interesting things happened within the two weeks before the new year.
One of them is related to Pasar Blok A Tanah Abang. Those who have been there know the sheer size of this mall (errr ... if you can call it that).
A fortnight ago, two friends of mine were in Jakarta. One of them brought along his parents, an older sister and a 18-month old niece. All on their first visit to Jakarta.
On their request, I took them to Pasar Blok A, Tanah Abang. We arrived at noon and I straight away took them to the B1 floor.
By the way, let me tell you how they name all the levels starting from the lowest floor - B2, B1,LG, SLG, G, 1, 2, 3, 3A, 5,6,7,8,9,10,11 and A.
B1 & B2 - the B stands for the standard Basement, of course.
SLG - Semi-Lower Ground - it's the floor between lower ground and ground floor. They could simply name it LG (then the current LG becomes B1, followed by B2 and finally B3) but then simplicity is not a norm here. I once asked a friend what does SLG means, he simply said it stands for - Sikit Lagi.
A - is for Atap. Talk about inconsistency! You have Basement, Ground, Semi-ground floors, and then all of a sudden they decided to name the rooftop in Bahasa Indonesia!
Ok. You might ask why in the world would I waste my time observing the way they name all their floors.
That unfortunate day, I had to be part of a small search team.
This was due to the disappearance of the father in that group. He wandered off by himself. Strayed away from the rest in the group who were busy looking at kebaya, batik and mukena.
My other friend, moments after realising the father of his friend was missing, started to search around the nearby area. Then the daughter of the missing father said,
"Don't worry about my bapak. Let's find the kebaya first."
I was mad. Fuming mad! I went to her and slapped her on the left cheek. Another landed on her right cheek. Then I looked straight into her eyes and said " Kebaya lebih penting dari Bapak ko sendiri!?? Dasar anak derhaka!! Sedar tak apa yang ko cakap??!!" before giving a final slap on her forehead.
Ok. I didn't actually do the above. But the scene played over and over again in my head. I had a mild sinetronesis attack. I seriously have to cut back on watching sinetron.
So, without showing an ounce of concern, the whole family went on with their shopping spree. And I thought to myself - if they couldn't care less about their father, then why should I?
For the next 3 hours they only did 2 floors - B1 and SLG. Throughout the entire time, not even once we bump into the father. Still, it was not enough to make them worried.
Until 4 pm.
That's when they were exhausted from shopping and headed to the 8th floor foodcourt. They tried calling the father's mobile a few times. No ringing tone. Now, they had the worried look on their faces.
My friend (the son), another friend of mine and myself went on searching different floors tasked between us. While the ladies stayed behind at the foodcourt.
We even asked the lady at the information counter to make an announcement through the building's P.A system. However the volume was too low to be heard over the speakers.
Before we knew it it was already 5pm. Most of the shops were already closing for the day. Still no sign of the father.
By then, all the other exits, except for exits to the left and right of the main door entrance, were closed. We took our position at both doors. Hoping that the father would eventually come out through one of the doors.
The building's security personnel have been alerted to be on the lookout for a 60-year old Malaysian man who might look confused (seriously, that's what one of them said over the walkie-talkie).
6 pm. The father was still not in sight. Now, the family was getting really worried.
I, on the other hand, was getting restless.
Then the mother approached me and asked me to check my apartment. I called the apartment's receptionist. She sent someone to check the lounge area just opposite my unit's entrance. No one was there.
So I told the receptionist to call me immediately if she sees my missing guest.
It was almost 7 pm when we left Pasar Tanah Abang. The mother again asked me to check the apartment. I called. Asked the receptionist to send someone to check the lounge area. This time, the father was there. My missing guest had found his way back to the apartment.
Everyone was relieved. Yeay! Happy ending!!
When we finally arrived at my apartment, the family members gathered around the father and was instantly in a high pitch "discussion".
First time ever in my three years of hosting guests such a thing happened.
Anyone know where I can get one of those homing devices where I can track the movement of my guests on the Sat Nav systems?