5:11pm, Malaysia’s Independence Day: I woke up to a phone call from some mobile number, 01?6997081. I pretended to know who it was, while sounding sleepy. Somehow she knew my name was Albert. There were giggling female voices in the background.
Me: Are you Dide‘s friend?
Her: Who’s Dide? I’m Mimi.
Me: Do you know any Christines?
Her: Er, Christine… Christine who ah?
Somehow I got it down to her liking iced Milo and fried mee. She just finished 5 minutes worth of credit. To that I respect her, being an honorable stalker and not just missed-calling me.
I then went back to sleep.
The mystery plagued me! Aaah! Damnit, I must find out, Watson!
I called her back, and 5 minutes of useless interrogation that was. She then messaged, saying that I’ll never guess.
She wasn’t a random number pranker; otherwise, she’d have done a mighty good job of guessing my name.
She sounded educated, but with a Malaysian accent.
If you have any clues to her identity or whereabouts, you will be rewarded with iced Milo.