Con You , Con Me !

Last month, I got a call from my Pakistan old customer cum friend Mr. Mapara. He left a voicemail saying that he wanted to have breakfast with me at Concorde Hotel, KL. This breakfast practice become our yearly 'ritual' to dine and catch up our biz talk.

After hearing the voicemail, I called his Malaysia prepaid tel no. .

Too..too, "Mr. Mapara pls" , I said to other end.

"Wait......' that was a lady that picked up the phone and passed it to Mr. Mapara.

Bla...bla. The next morning we have had the good breakfast talk.

A week later, I got a call, a lady with foreign slength said " Mr. Neil, I am Map...a...ra...'s ...".

"Oh , you are Mr.Mapara's......"

"Yes, I am, can I see you"

I presumed that she must be Mapara's relative or friend want to talk some new biz".

I told her I could meet her on Saturday in KL. She said ok.

But, she did not call me over the week-end but only called me when I was about to board plane to Hangzhou on Monday morning.

Upon arrival in China, I got her call again that she wanted to see me on Monday itself but I said I was already in overseas and would be back on Friday nite to KL.

She said she could return from Penang to KL again to meet me.

As expected on Friday nite, she called me upon my arrival at home. Then, she passed the phone to a man.

A hasky voice on the other side, sounded like African.

I asked him is he related to Mapara and asked him what biz want to talk about. He replied that when we meet we can talk.

I was alarmed in deep heart. Jolene reminded that do not enter to this strangers' hotel room in Cititel in whatsoever reason because the hasky voice sound very strange.

So, the next morning I was in Cititel PJ to meet up the couple and in my mind has been floating with questions and the imigination of the black man that I would meet.

So, I called his hp upon stepping in to the hotel lobby. From a distance, the coulple indeed are black African.

The lady claimed that she is the sister of the man.

The big built average height black man shoke hand and greeted me with both cheek touching. ( This was the first time that I did man and man cheek-to-cheek greeting. Hoo.....!)

Regeret, the so-called sister did not cheek-to-cheek greeting with me......alamak.

So, I asked the couple what biz can we discuss.

They said up to me for any biz proposal based on trust.

They said they are from Libya that people are forced out by dictotorship government.

They got to bring out a lot of their money and park overseas, therefore he was looking for me to cooperate to invest in biz.

Cilaka... in my heart, the bloody con man even dare come to my face despite their numerous and endless emails to everyone about the same story to help them to move out their cash from troubled country, General -lah, Deputy President-lah.

I pretendly take up my hp and wayang that someone apparently mid-valley security guard called me to inform me about my car alarm went off.

So, I asked them to wait and I would return from car-park after settling my car.

Then, I went up to go one quick round of Modern Home exhibition at top floor of Mid Valley.

The black man called me after 15 minutes. I said " wait , wait"

The "sister" called me after another 10 minutes. I said "wait, still settling my car".

After my tour, I freed Mid Valley and give them a big kite...........

They called again, I did not pick up the calls.