Miss You Like Crazy Page #3

Okay, wait up.

Driver, pull over please.

- I do need an assistant. Where do I go?

- Come on.

- Hello? Mia? Where are you?

- I'm here. Here in front of the shoes.

I'm where they sell the shoes?

I can't see you.

Where are you exactly?

Why are you panicking?

We'd still see each other

even if I don't look for you.

Don't worry.

Just look for the underwear.

- Underwear?

- Look up!

- Where?

- Just look for the underwear.

- Here, I'm raising it.

- Where? Are you wearing them?

You see it already?

There it is!

Effective?

Yes! Okay, I got them all,

like you said.

Some of them are just not available

in the color you wanted.

We'll just check again later.

Here. 6 medium, 6 small.

- Do you really want to buy this?

- Why? They're cheap.

Mia, think of the briefs as fixed assets.

What?

This is what they need for daily operation

and to make the investment worth it...

it has to last them one year.

Don't worry about it.

People can't see them anyway.

6 of this and 6 for the kids, okay?

- This cost a lot.

- Sure.

So if it's for you,

money doesn't matter?

- Of course not.

- See. That's precisely my point.

- I wash this myself. It's not so bad.

- I can imagine.

- This is cute! How much is this?

- One hundred, ma'am.

- That's too much!

- This is a lot of gifts.

- Are these all for your family?

- Yeah.

I need to make up

for 2 years worth of gifts.

It'll be expensive

if I bought these in Malaysia...

at least here,

my Ringgit goes a long way.

I'm sure your Christmas

is fun in your house.

I'm sure you'll get a lot of gifts.

I wish. They don't have money

to buy gifts.

They'll just ask for money

so they can buy.

One time, we had an

exchange gift in the house.

Then my sister asked something to

give to their Christmas party at school.

So I got her a picture frame.

And then Christmas morning comes,

our opening of gifts.

I opened mine and found

the picture frame I gave her.

You're not going to write anything here?

That's yours!

You write something there.

What were you going

to write there anyway?

Nothing. I forgot all about it.

Let's eat?

Your treat?

Let's go.

Noel?

Ivan!

Help me out with his name.

Xander? Roger?

June? July? August?

- Your name is August?

- Yes, sir.

- Sorry.

- Additional order, sir?

It must be so sad.

Being alone in another country.

Why? Sadness doesn't directly

follow being alone.

I know some who are surrounded

by their loved ones but are still sad.

I know someone like that.

- Me too.

- Really?

Yeah.

- Where did you meet him?

- Secret. You?

From deep within.

My favorite spot there

is the Titiwangsa park.

Where?

- What? Where?

- Titiwangsa Park.

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