teks: In the middle of Ramadan 2016, I was waiting for a bus alone after returning from the hospital in the same town. Oh yes, I am a medical student. Suddenly, an Indian aunty appeared. For the past few days, I noticed her there, looking at me with a strange face. But today, she spoke to me. "Are you a doctor here?...blah blah blah...I'm waiting for that uncle, it's hot outside, that's why I came out. I've run out of money, I'll have to walk 120km back later. Poor uncle is sick...blah blah blah, do you have some money to help me?". Only then did I remember, this is the same aunty I met two years ago, with an umbrella and telling me almost the same story. Without wasting time, I handed over some money I had. "Aunty, I'm still studying. I only have this much, I only brought enough money to take the bus (to be honest, I only had 8 ringgit, the bus fare was RM5.40, I gave her RM2)". I distanced myself from her and ended the conversation there because I couldn't bear my overflowing bad thoughts.
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