The three dark blue uniformed men stepped forward, startling me out of my reverie. I tried to surreptitiously switch off my cell-phone and pocket it, while groping for the seat belt. But there was no belt. Because I was walking ! It was ok to use the phone! Relief. I looked at the policemen sheepishly, a little emboldened. I was quite certain I had not done anything against the law.
“Selamat petang encik.”
So what did they want from me? One of the policemen pressed a few brochures and stickers into my hand.
“Ini maklumat Rakan Kop. Kalau ada masalah boleh SMS. Ini nombor dia. Selamat petang encik.” And they were off.
I stood for a while looking at their backs as they merged into the crowds at the pasar malam. I felt a little awkward. I think they felt the same way too. We were unaccustomed to such friendly encounters.
“Selamat petang encik.”
So what did they want from me? One of the policemen pressed a few brochures and stickers into my hand.
“Ini maklumat Rakan Kop. Kalau ada masalah boleh SMS. Ini nombor dia. Selamat petang encik.” And they were off.
I stood for a while looking at their backs as they merged into the crowds at the pasar malam. I felt a little awkward. I think they felt the same way too. We were unaccustomed to such friendly encounters.
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