The Singapore Flyer Accusation

"You went Singapore Flyer izzit?" Babi asked me first thing in the morning, his expression unreadable.

"Har?" I blinked at him, furiously rubbing crud from my eyes. If there's one thing I produce damn well, it's eye shit...copious amounts of it. I'm like Bak Sai Factory lor. At any given time there'll be crud caked at the inner corners of my eyes, hence my tendency to check every other minute. "What? When? Since when I go Singapore Flyer?"

"I saw the ticket." KNN, I actually saw the doubt in his eyes.

"What ticket? What the fuck I go Singapore Flyer for?" I wasn't very amused this time. KNN, I'm the person least keen to go for this fleece-tourist type of attraction lor. I'd rather pay $29.50 for a nice meal at Sushi Teh. But that's beside the point.

"Yesterday lor, you went Singapore Flyer, right? I thought you were at work?" Came the non-too-subtle accusation.

"Of course I was at work lah. Where's the ticket? Show me."

"On the TV table lor. If you didn't go, then who went?" Babi demanded to know.

"How I know? It wasn't me." The only culprit that popped up in mind was Babi's brother. Maybe he went and carelessly left his ticket stub on my TV table so that my husband could see it and accuse me, the idiot.

"Mi, who went Singapore Flyer yesterday ah?" Babi demanded of his mom, who was lounging on the sofa reading the papers.

His mom looked up, "Oh, papa lor. He went with his taxi kakis. You know cab drivers can get to go FOC wun?"

"Oh."

"KNN, want to accuse me!" I blustered. "See lah, mi, your son accuse me of going to Singapore Flyer and lying to him about it!"

"Har?" Went his mom. "How come leh?"

"Because I was supposed to be at work yesterday. He thought I lied to him and went Singapore Flyer instead!"

"Haiyo, you ah!" His mom turned and admonished. "This kind of person. Don't even trust your own wife!"

If Babi felt sheepish, he tried to hide it. "Aiya, ask only mah. What's wrong with asking?"

"Ask your kuku bird lor. You were accusing me!" I smacked him on the head.

"Ask! Next time get the facts right before you start accusing me! Accuse me again and you die!" I wagged a finger in his face.

"Yeah lah." His mom agreed. "Never ask start to anyhow guess liao. Haiyo, this papa oso lah. His kakis jio mah, so they went together. His company can get to go free still ok lah, otherwise pay $29.50 to go....yau kwee ah!" She then launched into her usual gahmen-out-to-cheat-us-taxpayers-of-our-hard-earned-money diatribe.

My good name cleared, I went back to sleep. Babi set off for work, relieved and probably feeling damn stupid for doubting the most wonderful wife on earth.

That evening I was still magnanimous enough to forgive his massive faux pas and cook him a nice pasta dinner. Babi claimed it was the most delicious I'd ever cooked. Haha, I wonder if he was still paiseh about his morning idiocy. :p