HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JASMINE NGOI! 😀 😀 😀
While I was on my way to meet up with Victor and Irene, who were my former A-Levels classmates, I spotted a Malay walking towards my garden. He was holding two plastics bag filled with small boxes. He had long hair and probably about 20s.
I was in my car staring at him. I think he saw me. He immediately sat down next to the drain, facing my garden. There were no streetlights, it was totally pitch dark.
He was acting very suspiciously. I turned my car around and confronted him.
Me: Awak sedang tunggu orang ke? (you waiting for somebody?)
Him: takde, takde. (no, no)
Me: Then awak buat apa kat situ? (then what are you doing there?)
Him: takde apa-apa (nothing)
He smiled in fear.
Me: ini rumah saya, awak jangan lepak sini tau? (this is my house, don?t hang around here okay?)
He smiled and nodded.
I left the place. However, I was worried. What if?
He is the fucker who has been stealing my clothes all these years?
He will jump into my garden, sneak into my house, rape my cat and murder my entire family?
He is an Al-Qaeda member, waiting for his accomplice?
I turned my car back to my house and called for my dad. So within few seconds, Dad and I and another neighbour of mine confronted the Malay man.
Once again, he gave the same answer, ?takde apa-apa? (nothing). However, he said that he lives down the road. Dad ordered him to leave and he did.
However, he left one of his plastic bags. Dad wasn?t bothered about it. I was dead curious about it. Could it be?
A life time supply of weed?
A decapitated head?
I ignored it though. I continued with my plan to yamcha with my old mates.
I came back 2 hours later. The bag was still there. I told Victor about it. He was equally curious too. Within no time, we got hold of the plastic bag and tried to open it. I ripped the plastic bag and saw couple of boxes. It wasn?t heavy at all and doesn?t smell (thank god, it was not a decapitated head). I then ripped the box open?It was..
left over rice? fucker..throw rubbish at my house..mahai