Everybody has a story to tell, I have mine. So what do I wish to cerita? I tak tahu. Still thinking of what to write. Perhaps I might think of something if this story happens to lead you to somewhere (duh).
*done contemplating of what to write in 40 minutes*
I must warn you, whatever you are reading next might cause some minor irritant to one’s self conscience and some might take it as a pinch of garam but it IS strictly not for the fainted hearted. Some of you might brush it off as fiction (which is fine with me), some might even take it too seriously and fainted half way which explains why it is not suitable for the faint hearted (double duh). What I writing is based on another person’s experience. I have no intention to question the credibility of this person’s story since it is going to fit perfectly fine to the on-going mood, i hope. Ah yes, who could possibly forget we’re in the middle of the 7th month chinese bulan calender?
//story mode begins//
12 years ago I have a schoolmate named Anony(not his real name, and yes it’s a triple duh) who has the record of arriving the earliest to school. He was always the earliest to arrive, so early until the morning cock also kalah(mind you, he is only staying 100 meters away from the school). It’s a pity he doesn’t know how to berkokok, otherwise he would do a very good job imitating a walking alarm clock.
But the point of this story is not to brag about his inability to berkokok. It’s about a particular incident that caused him to change his morning habits, forever. In one of the dark morning, Anony arrived particularly early, headed to the our class which was located at the far back of the school compound about approximately 5 something in the morning.
After walking about 10 minutes to the class, he noticed only the lights of our classroom was on, which was weird. He was thinking, which asshole that finally broke his early bird record. He decides to dash quickly to see who that person was. Anony makes his way to the stairs, abruptly and when he almost reaches his classroom, the lights went off. He thought some one was playing prank on him. Once he entered the classroom, the first thing he did was to switch on the lights.
Funny thing is, the light switch was “off”. Since it was a power jump, the light switch should be on. “Maybe it was just an imagination”, he thought to himself. So he went on to scout the class. But no one was there and he checked everywhere including the tong sampah, just in case no one was hiding in it (which is quite absurd).
To be continued…
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