An afternoon with the Prime Minister.

His supporters love him. His enemies hate him and they utter all the unthinkable words in the world about him. Yet he is the democratically elected leader of the nation.  I am talking about Dato' Seri Najib bin Tun Abdul Razak, the nation's Prime Minister.

A few days ago I and a few thousand others were given the chance to have lunch and spend an afternoon with him. Since this was an opportunity for me to meet the nation's number one, it was an offer I could not refuse, borrowing the words from Vito Corleone, the Godfather.

Here is a pictorial story of my visit to Putrajaya to meet the Prime Minister.

 Beside the bus that'll carry me to Putrajaya.

My wife also could not refuse the offer.

Former big shots themselves. The former top cop on the right would loose a son the next day.

Here comes the PM.

Apa khabar?

Gotta shake the hands at the other side too.

All smiles.

The closest I could get to him, but I am no Jack Ruby.

Mengaminkan doa. 

Whose SMS? The wife's perhaps.

Is he smiling in respond to the SMS or the speech?

Not taking out a gun, I suppose.

Oh, it's only a pen.

Writing his thoughts.

More writing.

 Adjusting the mike.

Making his speech.

 Listening seriously.

A bad listener.

Security at right.

Security at left.

 Just before lunch is served.

Time to leave after lunch. Handshakes again.

 "Boleh ambil gambar sama, Dato' Seri?"

 "No problem"

On the way back I took my late Zujur prayers at the Putrajaya Mosque.