Sayalah orangnya

After my SRP, i had to enter this school on the hill to complete my secondary schooling. I was very comfortable where i was so it was more of my dad that wanted me to bersekolah di kalangan katak2 (as Esah would fondly call us). Had i left after jah 6, mungkin i boleh ditipu kononnya dok kat asrama ni macam Mallory Towers ciptaan EnidBlyton lah kan....At least for the first few months. i was damn miserable. I missed my friends, my cats, my family, my bed and life without discipline (or discipline ikut suka i lah!). But my dad wanted me to turn into a lady (sib baik tak turned into a snob..hahaha!) and apparently sesapa yg masuk situ kononnya dunia akan cerah lah...(I hope this is not going to be another controversial post...)

I ni penakut orangnya and i my bro at that time was already at one of the boys residential school (bukan MCGayGay ye). Setiap kali dia balik mesti bawak cite hantu..basically memana asrama or bangunan or hospital kat mesia ni mesti ada resident evillnya yg tersendiri (why the heck the Japs came and haunt nearly all of our buildings?)

For 2 years when i was there i selalu rasa tak tenang especially after prep and after lights off. Because the seniors would sambung study, only the juniors would go to bed. I ni bukanlah minah study and kalau nak lepak pun kawan baik Ustazah Munah kat block lain. So i would masuk tidur awal, from 10 to 1130pm (or is it 12?) i would be all alone at the dorm. Bulan puasa pun sama jugak...i'm not one to bangun for sahur...my need to sleep surpassed the perasaan takut.

When i was in Form 5, i had to move to a new dorm which was on the 2nd floor. Tinggi jugak bangunan tu and nampak sayup2 tercacak pancang2 kat sebelah kanan and tersusun rapi batu mengingatkan pada si mati on my left, if i were to stand outside on the corridor especially bila nak ke tandas (pesal takde tanah lain ke nak bina sekolah?).

One night, i sakit perut yg teramat plus rasa loya nak mun mun. Ni kaw kaw punya yg takde belas kasihan. Either you get yourself to the toilet or risk pooing on your bed. Hmmmm...jam di tangan menunjukkan pukul 2 pagi...sapa yg nak i kejutkan utk teman i ke tandas?? I remembered that one of the fourth formers owe me a favour..not so long before that i kena teman dia, so it's payback time. So doklah dia tersandar kat pintu shower dgn mata yg tak bukak menunggu i mengkhada hajat. Tengok muka kesian jugak...bila dah balik ke dorm, nak tido balik, i masih terkebil2...perut masih memulas...loya di tekak tak hilang lagi..

Saat kecemasan datang kembali...mmm...takkan nak kejutkan the same person kan? But no on else yg serapat dgn i camtu, i.e. yg sudi jadi teman toilet. Nak kejutkan yg tadi, kesian pulak. Sementara i tengah pikir tu, tetiba nak muntah yg teramat sangat! I pun berlarilah kat corridor (bayangkan corridor sepanjang2 bangunan, kat luar macam balcony), kena lintas depan dorm junior baru sampai kat toilet. Belum sempat tiba ke destinasi, i dah termuntah macam hantu si Badang..kat depan pintu dorm bebudak junior tu uols! Celah2 selipar jepun diaorg!! But fuh! Jam2 tu jugak badan semua rasa lega. Hmm....tapi takkan nak biarkan muntah kahak kat situ kan?? Not that they can guess who the culprit was tapi taknak la pulak keesokan paginya tersebarlah rumours yg bukan2 yg berbau misteri nusantara kan...

So nak tak nak sebagai warganegara yg perihatin, i pun pi la cari sebaldi air dgn penyapu lidi (yg tersimpan kat bilik laundry sebelah toilet..gelap uols!!!). Dan menyapulah i pukul 3 pagi tu, sambil mencurah2 air..bersihkan lantai and selipar2 tu. At the same time mulut terkumat kamit baca segala ayat, doa janganlah....mata tak angkat langsung utk melihat pemandangan di kiri kanan ku.

Dah selesai kerja, i pun masuk le tido balik...sib baik la perut pun tak meragam lepas tu (i bawak baldi letak sebelah katil, just in case).

Kepada adik2 di dorm sebelah tu, sorrylah ye kalau ada jumpa sisa2 nasik yg tak tanggal kat selipar uols..akak buat kerja tgh malam, nak laju pun ye, mata pun rabun di tambahkan dgn lampu corridor yg sungguh romantic. Bunyi sroot sroot orang menyapu plus bunyi orang curah air tu, akak tau..bukan urban legend mana2 ye...