It was a surprise that minutes after we got off the plane, an American woman greeted us warmly after recognizing us as Malaysians. She introduced herself as Fajar (real name: Dawn, geddit? geddit?) and we were amazed that she managed to converse with us in a very fluent Malay (her pronunciation was a bit off but hey, we all do that, don't we?).
We found out that she lived in Malaysia over 8 years some time ago and managed to learn Malay then. She has been missing Malaysia and was excited to bump into us as she got to put her Malay language to use. I have watched videos of Belacan and Paku but to meet a foreigner that can speak our mother tongue well by myself is a first!
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While looking at the airport map, searching for the place to go, we heard 'Ha, cari ape?'.
We turned around and saw a man in suit looking over us. We introduced ourselves and found out that he's a Malaysian that just got transferred to O'hare Airport. 9000 miles away from home and we still managed to meet our fellow countryman. Small world, eh?
He was worried that we might miss our flight that he offered to escort us to the gate. He wanted to buy us Starbucks drink while waiting but we refused, just because. We were going to board the plane soon anyway and I guess, we felt a bit weird? Heh. Awkward kids.
But you know what? Our flight was delayed... -_-
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