Malam khamis lepas rumah saya dipecah masuk. Memang sangat mengerikan bila difikir-fikir, dan sehingga semalam saya menyedari saya masih belum berjaya menghilangkan trauma itu – ketika Hanee melakonkan semula adegan saya ditolak jatuh pencuri, saya terjerit kuat, tindakan refleks yang tidak mampu ditahan, dan ketika itu saya masih merasakan debaran yang sama yang dirasai empat malam sebelumnya.
Sekitar pukul satu pagi rasa-rasanya, saya masih berjaga menyiapkan coursework (haven’t I told you that my courseworks are now like water flooding my life?), ketika saya mendengar tingkap besar bilik saya dan juga pintu hadapan diketuk-ketuk. Saya bersendirian di tingkat bawah, Hanee, Nida dan Kak Ros semuanya di atas. Of course, I don’t have the gut to open the front door alone, dan asal-asalnya saya mahu saja untuk membiarkan pintu diketuk-ketuk – mungkin sekali lelaki mabuk, atau anak-anak muda sengaja gatal tangan mahu mengganggu. Tetapi kerana lebih lima minit ketukan masih bertalu saya mula berdebar-debar, langsung naik ke atas mahu mengejutkan Hanee. And one strange thing was that the corridor light (which is usually switched on throughout the day) was not on. Terpaksa saya meraba-raba memetik suis, sebelum sampai ke bilik Hanee -dan Hanee, kerana baru tidur (walaupun coursework belum siap..hoho) agaknya masih mamai, memujuk saya untuk membiarkan saja. But I was a bit nervous, it could be something, right?
I forced Hanee to come downstairs and sleep with me, and as we walked down the stairs we came to realized that the door was shut from outside. Hanee was pretty sure that she locked the door, and even put the chain lock properly before she slept – and we ran upstairs – there must be something wrong. Hanee rushed to her room, and I walked towards Kak Ros’ room, crying out her name, opened the door of her room, switched on the light and….
..there was a man running out of the room, pushing me, ran over me and left the house from the front door, leaving me stumbled on the floor screaming my lungs out – I ran into the bathroom, locked myself and couldn’t stop screaming – I’ve never been that afraid and shocked for all my precious life.
I was still trembling when Kak Ros memanggil dari luar a few minutes after that.
Haih. I am still nervous when I am writing this, really.
It is not until the next morning that we realized quite a lot of things have been stolen, though Kak Ros’ laptop was safe (that guy didn’t managed to bring it out, he left it in the laundry basket), including MCOT’s projector (huhu). Even our collection of money on the fridge was stolen, which indicates that he was also in the kitchen , a few metres away from my room and has been in our house for quite a long time – and I was thankful that I didn’t have this sudden desire for a cup of coffee, or else I might have seen him clearly in the kitchen – which could be more frightening, and I am also thankful that the thief didn’t have any knife in his hand when he pushed me down, or else I might have been in the hospital right now. Lucky that I only have these bruises here and there – leaving me unable to lie down on my back comfortably for a few days.
So the policemen came, and I found out that the one who was knocking my door was my neighbour’s young son Ali, after he realized that our front door was opened (God knows why he was still awake and out of the house at one o’clock in the morning).It was a big question mark on how he got in (but Hanee and I beleive there was more than one man,since we thought we heard another male voice screaming when we screamed),since the back door was unlocked too when the policemen came.
Dan tengahari tadi, saya berjalan sendiri pulang dari kuliah, langsung melewati rumah jiran saya. Kalau hari-hari biasa saya senang melihat burung peliharaan nenek itu yang sering diletakkan di tingkap besar berhampiran pintu depan, tetapi kali ini tingkap besar itu ditutup dengan papan, dipaku rapi. Dan nenek itu, sedang menyapu serpihan-serpihan kaca yang bertaburan di depan rumahnya. Saya (sebenarnya dalam mod peramah juga — There are some mornings in which I have this strange feeling of having desperately a need to converse with strangers, the warning don’t talk to strangers doesn’t apply to me). Saya berfikir beberapa saat, dan dek curiosity melampau, saya pergi bertanya nenek tersebut.
And I found out that her house was also broke in, but this time the police suspected a revenge case, since it was early at 10.15 p.m, and those crazy guys broke the front window and door with a concrete slab (can you imagine that?).
Haih. I’ve never felt so unsafe – and I could still remember what Hanee and I agreed when we tried to sleep after the police was gone — when it comes to this that we suddenly feel that there’s a need for a man in the house.
Maybe I should get married soon..huhu.