17“Here, let me take that bag, hon.”
“I can manage and stop calling me hon. Save that for your Japanese carp.”
“Now, now, don’t be like that about Suki. And let’s not fight just before you fly off.”
“I don’t fight with cab drivers,” I laugh and give Jeev a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for the lift. I appreciate it. I really do.”
Jeev had not only driven me to the airport; he had also booked my flight and re-scheduled my classes so I can leave three weeks earlier than planned to reach Singapore in time for Ah-ku’s birthday bash. Knowing her, it will be a grand affair in a Chinese restaurant replete with plates of suckling pig roasts and baskets of longevity buns shaped like pink peaches.
“Don’t forget. I want that piece finished in two months,” Jeev grins as he hands me my pipa case.
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