Friday afternoons during the 12-2pm enforced breaks
In my country, Fridays are a holy day under the Islamic belief. Last year they made it a rule that every Muslim should stop work and go to the mosque and pray. All businesses are not allowed to operate.
I had this random thought last Friday.
Came back to work slightly disheveled, hair tossled, lipstick slightly stained on my otherwise cream coloured top. Beads of sweat on my forehead and the bridge of my nose. I spam on the elevator lift button hoping that it would go faster. Gazed upon the mirror to do a final run through... cheeks slightly flushed, but thats fine...
Ding the elevator finally pulled through! Second floor at last, rushing out I saw the clock and it's judgemental hands pointing at 2.25pm. Barely made it for my next meeting.
In the R-rated version of my life, I had just come back from an afternoon delight with my lover in town. We had spent the last two hours having each other for lunch, exploring and discovering each others secret parts. Unfortunately my life isn't as R-rated as I'd hope it to be... Frankly, its bloody PG-13. It was a hot day and I had rushed to get some food for my siblings downtown. After joining them in a feast of burgers, chicken rice, ayam penyet and soft drinks, we inevitably fell into a food coma (rightly so, after all that carbs). As I dropped into a lull of sleep, my lipstick and drool got to my top, and I must have yanked my hairdo off in mid-sleep.
Siblings tried to get me up to get back to work but that didn't work until it was 5 minutes to 2, the time should have clocked in for work. Only then I rushed back to the office, huffing and puffing, looking like a hot sweet mess
