Yesterday, I went to see a tukang urut in Beranang. He is very famous... well at least my brother told me that he is.
When I arrived with my hubby and my parents, there were another three people before us. So we waited. The tukang urut look so serious. Not even one single word came out from his mouth unless to ask the problem of the person who came to see him.
Then it was my turn. I said my salam. And he answered. He asked what was my problem and I answered. I thought just like how with others, he will just started to urut, but instead, he started to chit chating with me. Non stop. At the same time, he was still urut me, at his living room. My mom who was looking at me from the other side of the room was wondering, why was this old man so friendly with me. I was wondering the same. Until now I have no answer to that. Luckily he continue to be very friendly when it was my father's turn. So, I don't feel to creepy.
But my experience urut by this old man, I will never forget. When you look at his hand and his face when he touches my leg and back, as though he was doing nothing much until my hubby saw how my face was turning red. It was so painful when he did his urut. The same thing happen to my father. It doesn't seem that he was putting any pressure on my father's knee. But from my father's face, I know he was experiencing the same thing as I had before.
It is so amazing how many people still go to see tukang urut to seek help. I am one of them. I thought with the modern technologies way of thinking. Most people no longer seek help from tukang urut like the one that I went to yesterday.