SEEKING ME
I woke up at 3 am in the morning that day,
packed my things and escaped from my house. I could wish more for my parents to
be more understanding. But, nothing much I could do at that point of time. The
Jasin terminal was not far from my house. I got there within 15 minutes and
I’ll never forget handsome Raam who offered me with a bike ride.
I got into the grand looking SKS bus
carrying a big hope that from that day onwards my life is going to be different
and freedom was all mine. In few hours I reached Kuala Lumpur Bus Station. My
heart was beating fast looking at the night view of the skyscraper buildings. I
had no clue of the city’s rush hours. It was all so calm and peaceful.
Kak Sofia promised to fetch me at the bus
station and could not find here anywhere in the bus station. I only had few
ringgits left in my mobile phone. Cautiously, I rang her. Once, twice, and few
more time she did not answer the call. It was very cold as it was late night. I
looked too lean to be standing alone at the heart of a city especially one like
KL which the capital of Malaysia. For a young runaway like high-rise buildings,
this homeless people, and me sleeping on streets and drunken people walking by
me made me feel terrified.
However, the last hope I had over this
city kept me strong. Around 6.30 a.m. I heard my mobile phone ringing. “Thank
God”, I told myself. It was Kak Sofia. Out of joy I loudly said “kak I reached
KL.. Where have you been?.” She told me she would be there in few minutes.
Finally, Kak Sofia arrived. I happily
grabbed my bags and started to walk behind her. She was apologizing for not
coming on time. It didn’t matter to me at all; I just wanted be back in my new
home. Kuala Lumpur city is going to be a new chapter in my life. I told myself
that I’m not even going to miss my parents anymore.
We started walking into a back road isle
of a shop lot. I was feeling little uncomfortable as there were few men
standing along the corner of the road and staring at me inappropriately. I ran beside Kak Sofia and pulled her hand,
“Kak aren’t we going to our home? This place does not seem friendly..” I said.
Kak Sofia replied, “Dik, don’t worry and be quite. You’ll be fine”. I was not
really sure on how to react to that situation but I trust Kak Sofia. I had
known her ever since my childhood time in my Kampung (village). To me she is my idol and she never was afraid
to face challenges in life. She was a run away from our kampong too. Thinking
all these in mind I kept walking.
She stopped at shop lot motel. The motel
looked hunted and had these weird dim red lights at the entrance. Kak Sofia
turned at me and said, “Yusof.. Things here are much different. You need to be
very independent. As cost of living is very high in KL city you’ll be needing
to work at nights and this will be our home.” She led the way into the
building. The building was full of cigarette smoke and had a very unpleasant
smell. There were individual small rooms divided by partitions.
I also heard unusual sounds from those
rooms. Moving into the building I saw some random man coming out of these rooms
and one of Kak Sofia’s friend walked out of the room. She was looking all
sweaty and she was wearing a revealing costume and net pantyhose. “OMG!” I told
myself. Kak Sofia immediately smiled at her and said, “Hi! How were the guys?
Are you handling two at a time? That should have been a good cash in for u..”
The friend smiled and asked me, “So, is this our new recruit? Hey, hello! What is your name? Have you got a
name for yourself?” I was totally shocked and panicked. My mind was so
confused. “My name is Yusof.. I mean.. Now my name is YU..” I answered softly.
She smiled and told Kak Sofia, “You have a lot of work with YU..”. She walked
away. Kak Sofia grabbed my hand and dragged me into a room.
I wish it could have been a dream. The
room had a very dim light and a single bed at the corner of the room. The
mattress looked stained and worn out with no bed sheet on it. Kak Sofia said,
“Yu.. Please make yourself comfortable. I had a long working night. I need a shower.”
Even before she finished her line she got into the bathroom. I was still
looking around the room. There was a dressing table in the other corner of the
room. There were several wigs with multiple hairstyles and more fancy appealing
lingerie was hanging on a clothes string across the room. Definitely this did
not make me feel good about anything.
My palm started to sweat as I was in fear.
Thus, I grabbed the tissue roll from the edge of the bed frame and crunched it
with my hands. Later, I looked for a bin to throw the used tissue. There I
found used condoms inside the bins. I was terrified. My entire body started to
shiver.
Kak Sofia came out of the shower; she
smiled looking at me. Then she said, “YU.. I felt the same way as you when I
came here. At least be glad that you have me now. We are souls trapped into
irrelevant body.. But, YU.. The hunger is the same. ” She continued towel
drying her hair. “But, Kak Sofia I don’t want to do this.. You know I want to
be an architect ”, I replied. “People like us will never make there. Our
destiny is on the hands of the society” said Kak Sofia.
She continued, “For you to stay in a city
like KL, u need a lot of money.. Where would you find money to pay your food
and fees? Don’t forget even our parents thought we are disgrace to the family..
what makes you think that the society would accept you?.” Tears was running
down my cheek, “But, Kak I have my dignity, I have a heart in me.. This..
Whatever u asking me to do would eat my soul..” I said. She smiled and hugged
me. “Please sleep YU.. We are the aliens of this society.. You will understand
it gradually..” she said while holding my head tight.
Tonight was my first day in business after
escaping from the reality for a week. It’s 6 a.m. in the morning. I have a room
on my own. I am bleeding and I could not take a step in order to walk. I made
money to survive but my dreams were buried. Kak Sofia said I’ll all right and
she gave me couple of pain killer pills to eat. I’m asking myself I’m 17 and I’m
a runaway from house. I left my parents because they didn’t accept the gender
of my soul. Now, I truly wish I could blame someone for what has happened to
me.
But, how could that help me in achieving
my dream that is to only live a normal life with some pride. With all that
said, my journey continues…




