Sip by sip , glass after glass flow into our throats , song -by- song flow together , I feel minute by minute passed, maybe two hours we 've been here .
I saw Mala auntie has changed the face flushed, like he was drunk , I personally do feel that too, but I'm still in a state of conscious and restrained , when I saw his eyes already look like a drunk and sometimes shouted while clapping sound accompanied karuan not laugh , and request the song by screaming towards the front but with no clear voice raving , I think had to act fast . Tante Kuraih Mala in pelukannku , slowly I call him up, helped her , leaving a sum of money to pay for a motorhome is charged and aunt Mala out.