BRO K RANG

Whilst singing at home, karaoke style, late in the afternoon, Bro K called, he mentioned about the group of which Bubbly Anne’s singing- going to perform their last gig that night being the last day of the month and the last night of a completed three months ‘performance ‘ contract. Papa was not really surprised since he had known about it sometime back, whilst parading as the indeterminate cum bogus ‘Dato Papa’ , until quite recently. Bro K did not say much beside his usual yet infectious introductory remarks, this time mimicking a pot bellied, batik attired, employment agency juragan from across the shores. He just added the terse but indelible “well are you going ?”. Somehow vivid images of Wati k, Aida, Mama, Kak Maton, Bubbly Anne, Jimmy; Lan and Marcel Lee came to papa’s mind. Having heard that short but a bit ‘questioningly’ like intonation emanating from Bro K lips inadvertently brought back rushes of memories markedly of K lounge, the dancing hall where it was all played out- the ‘Dato Papa theatrics, the Dato’ that never was.
Although friends may have had heard enough of this negligible ‘Dato’ escapades, for papa however, they were quite the ‘watershed’ type experiences that in a way affected papa deeply. The epiphanies that verily trundled his psyche, even when the underlying premise were completely false, the revelations of which made him ever more sagacious, in respect of the peculiar workings of society’s elites even though he might be imprecise on all counts. The ‘charade’ that essentially ‘elevated’ papa’s insignificant persona to a level never before imagined much like a stammering village idiot from Bukit Tengkorak suddenly upraised to become an honorary club committee member of a ‘by recommendations only’ super privileged establishment not unlike being invited to join an ultra arcane dwelling house together with all it’s queer yet fantastical rites and rituals. Being latently a ‘holey’- oops sorry ‘holy man, papa could not really reconcile his conscience with his new found ‘delightful circumstances’. Having juxtaposed K lounge alongside the bogus ‘Dato’ dramatics, papa just had to decline Bro K’s invitation. Upon remembering Pak Mi’s secret affection for bubbly Anne, papa suggested Bro K called him.
Ever the ‘stoic’ personality, Pak Mi does elicit charm whenever he’s around. Even though slightly larger than life, Pak Mi would not, in any wise, come rain or shine, compromise on- his near resplendent ‘dress code’. Ever the flamboyant dresser Pak Mi, in one way or another does make any attire he dons on- appears far from garish if not altogether ‘pleasing’ to look at. Having been with Bro K and papa along with the rest of the jvc from the beginning of the K lounge cum bogus ‘Dato’ tomfooleries, Pak Mi was well acquainted with all the protagonists within the inconsequential yet littlest ‘Pseudo Personnage’ saga. Thus, Bubbly Anne, of whom would rushed to Pak Mi whenever she’s on break from singing, snuggled up to him- amidst his enormous belly, and lovingly called him-her long lost pillow!
The insuppresible Pak Mi, one of papa’s three- closest bujang lapok friends- Orang Bujang kite!, The rest being unkel and old fempam. Should anybody knows pretty maidens the likes of NorFazura, Fasha Sanda or Adibah Noor and would like to introduce them to papa’s pok-pok-pok friends please contact papa’s longtime buddy-jinair at jinair.blogspot.com (old boy tu-pandai ngubat lagi), his handphone number is vividly etched topmost, right side of the blog.
It’s not that papa’s a bit higher than the rest so as not to reveal himself, The fact of the matter is verily- quite the opposite. He’s just too insignificant- a grey head of hair middle aged individual very much 'mediocre' and wholesomely non photogenic. Not your idea of someone to be acquainted with…Jantan cabaret pulak tu. Last but not least do take the time to view jinair’s blog- banyak gambar makwe- office mates dia lah…HA3!...Cheers…Wasallam…