Anyway, I was supposed to go for my badminton training at 4pm on Wednesday as I was on leave but I spent more time than expected at the hospital visiting baby Z. Oh yes, baby Z is doing well right now. He seems alert and responding well to the surgery. Let’s continue to pray that his vision is at 100%.
Coming back to the story…
Because I was late, the 5pm training session was a joint-version with another person, a 12-year-old kid. The coach remarked… “Zewt, this boy is crazy about badminton”, and left me to warm up with him.
“Hello, I’m Zewt”
“My name is Mohd Afiq” (name has been modified)
I must say this boy is quite confident about his ability, quite talented too. Guess that’s why he will be competing in a local tournament middle of this month.
Long story cut short, it was a fun training session which included the coach asking me to have a single match between me and Afiq where I have to give him a 10-point handicap plus him having only half-court to be in-play while mine will be full single-playing court. I know… I know… you all want to know won right? If I lost, do you think I will be telling you this part of the story? Hehehe…
And so, the training was over and both of us were sitting down to cool down.
“Want to play another game?” he asked, obviously not satisfied
“No, think I’m too tired”
“Anyway, where do you stay Afiq?”
“I stay in name-of-a-very-rich-community”
It was then his phone rang and he took out a very sophisticated looking phone. Right, that shouldn’t be a surprise right?
“My driver is going to be late” he said after hanging up his phone.
It was then he did something which I never thought will ever happen to me in my lifetime…
“Hey Zewt, you want any drink? Come, I’ll buy you a drink”
Now tell me, how often do you get a 12-year old offering to buy you a drink? I was so stunned that I was left speechless for a while. I politely declined. Perhaps I should have asked for a whiskey coke instead.
Anyway, his ambition is to be a national player. Well, if he does make it, at least we know money will not be his motivating factor.
P/S: No, I am not going to tell you what car came and pick him up. You have to guess.






