I had this habit of saying Hi/Mingalarbar to strangers in my
apartment’s lift..until..
.
Yesterday.
There’s this young lady who looks lost. Seem that she just work as masseur in the Spa
downstairs.
Since I’m the closest to the lift button, I say Mingalarbar
and asked which floor she’s going.
Five ..five, she said.
.
And then she start to make conversations..I’m OK with that
except she speak Burmese with me. Adeh. She thought I can speak
Burmese..Rasakan! Ramah tamah sangat.
.
I told her-Burmese ne ne, means Burmese sikit-sikit. She smiled
and ting!, we reached 5th floor.
.
Lega.😅
Hahaha
.
The point is, I just have that Astaghfirullah moment. I
should put extra effort in learning Burmese kan? But, I always put it aside and
brace the world with my limited language ability.
.
Yeah, I survived!
.
Thanks to
bahasa ayam-itik and the flux of Burmese previously working in Malaysia and now
they return home. Whenever I encounter
them, it’s like meeting your long lost friend or orang kampung. Yeah, they tend
to speak in Bahasa and I can tell which part of Malaysia they previously work
in and who their boss is 😆.
However, thinking forward, what if I got to travel, live or
work in other places that have limited amount of English and Bahasa used? Byelingual ;(. I hope I’m getting smart in
learning languages and a little bit more hardworking.
..and I got almost similar experience recently when I
performed my umrah, only in Arabic, French and Urdu.
Byelingual -_-
