It was our last day in Bali, and I didn’t feel like going back. Unfortunately, instead of extending our hotel stay for one more day, we packed our luggage early like boring grown-ups. I already planned to call in sick to the office, but the others were not backing me up on this. They regretted the decision the next Monday morning.
Back in Bali, we explored Seminyak and spent our last rupiahs there. We booked a car for a full day for IDR 400k, including the driver and petrol. Our plan was quite straightforward. No dilly-dallying. Shopping – lunch – massage and straight to the airport.
We saw Seminyak yesterday night, on our way to the W’s bar, located in this fancy new hotel with the same name at the heart of Seminyak. But it was already too late and we were too drunk, so we decided to explore the area on our last day in Bali.
Clearer, in the daylight, Seminyak looked like an upper-class Kuta. Our plan was to shop and buy some cheap last-minute souvenirs for colleagues. Well, except for me. That time, I told people at work I have some personal issues to attend to so they wouldn’t contact me while I am on leave. My task for the day was not to get more turned on the freaking hot day. Coming back with a sunburn wouldn’t align with an emergency excuse I had given, because what could be an emergency thing in the beach or tanning salon that I had to fly across the country to attend to?
Instead, I was looking for something for myself. A Bali necklace was worn by a girl who was heading towards the airport when we just came out of it a few days ago. When I saw it, I pointed it out to Jik. “I want her Bali necklace”, I whispered to her. She ignored me, too busy dragging her luggage and searching for our driver’s face in the crowd.
Seminyak supported a lot of cute shops but most charged way too much. Maybe because they cater more to foreign tourists. To be completely honest, I was a bit intimidated by it. As you know, swanky anything, be it a bar, restaurant or even an area makes me uncomfortable. Swanky is not my habitat.
We then had our lunch at Warung Eropa and continued with the mission to save the world economy. Jik got bracelets for her friends and I was in and out of stores still looking for this particular Bali necklace. After some time I gave up and headed back to the car which would drive us back to the airport. Inside, Jik said, “I got you this“. The Bali necklace! She bought it for me! And here I was thinking she didn’t even look at it when we were at the airport. I was so happy and wore it immediately.
Our last checklist in Bali was to get a massage since there was only a little time left, we had the foot massage instead. It was heavenly. These shoes squeezed my foot and appreciated the pampering so very much.
On the plane back to Singapore, Jik was sleeping beside me, not knowing I kept turning and smiling sweetly at her because of her thoughtfulness. Instead, she was sleeping like a doofus. Since the sleeping doofus bought the Bali necklace for me, I see it as a friendship token. Thank you Jik! I love my Bali necklace.
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