Of last night’s robbery

There was a group of people in a black car parked outside my house and the three of them came down with a parang each. We were so scared and we ran into our respective rooms. The men started breaking the windows and kicking the front door. The alarm was ringing so loud it was deafening but no one seemed to notice. Everybody went back to their hometown for Chinese New Year, dammit! I ran to the room to call the police and while I was spelling out my address and trying to recall my postcode, one of the guy passed by and heard my conversation. At that point I knew that that was it. I was praying so hard they wouldn’t hurt my family.

Then I woke up.

My god, that was scary! What a nightmare! It was 3.30 am in the morning. So I sat on my bed trying to take it all in. Then paranoia stirred in. I couldn’t sleep imagining a thousand and one scenarios in my head. At that point I (think, repeat I THINK) I heard someone was trying to pick the lock. I rehearsed all the scenes I’ve seen in James Bond where he practically used anything and everything around him as a weapon. *looking around* Okay there’s the Body Shop’s scrub in a huge glass tub -I can use that to throw at that fella before he can use the parang. But what if it missed and smashed into thousand pieces on the floor instead- I just got the scrub and it smells divine! No, cannot. Very sayang. Let’s see what else.

*looks around some more* Oh, there’s a bamboo stick behind the door. Pretty solid. Okay, what do I do with it? Poke him first then grab the parang? Then should I beat him up or stab his shoulder? What about his gang members? Oh my god I need a gun! That’s it I’m buying a gun tomorrow.

But statistics have shown fatality rate by gunshot mostly are accidental rather than shots fired in attacks. I have 2 kids at home, it can be very dangerous right? What if they play police and thief (btw, I sang it as ‘police and tree’ till I was 12) with the gun? I think I need to get the one with thumbprint recognition. Yeap, just like the one James Bond had.

I prayed then tried sleeping again. I couldn’t obviously. So tossed and turned. The next thing I knew, bibik woke me up asking what I want for breakfast. That’s when I realized, holiday’s over and I need to go back to work. My God, nightmare after nightmare!

So everyone, lesson learnt from thing fairly long SPM-like essay is

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Sleep in your parent’s bedroom, never sleep alone.

Love,
Nadia Ismadi

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