Hello Jack...S

I should think I have gone through all the worst days of my o&g working life. After having been in the frontier of the exploration and production for nearly ten years I don’t stumbled on my words or scratched my head looking for the precise words to further explain and report current situation.

There were a few occasions when I could not figure out how to answer in a very politically correct tone when some BOD members raised questions which may not be that relevant to current topic being discussed during a meeting, without me sounding condescending.

There were also testing times when I had to maintain my coolness emotionally although it was very clear that those meetings with 99.9% were male delegates trying to gang up on me pushing all the blames onto me while it was clear that it was a bit of everybody’s fault working as a team.

I should think after years of accumulating the tips and tricks of growing thick skin and maintaining poker face in all kinds of bad situations, I have learnt them all. Yes, sir. Give me all shapes and sizes of o&g demons and lemons, somehow I will find my way to squeeze  lemonades out of them expertly. Without fail......

I miss you….partner of work and crimes.

Mr. di Tozo aka Jack Sparrow.

My SIL......

Zoul has only one sister and in a matriarch way of living like his family, my SIL is very much the Steele Magnolia of the family, especially since the passing of my MIL a year ago, SIL is the head of my husband’s side of the family now, literally.

There is Bang Long, Bang Ngah, Bang Teh, Bang Tam, Bang Lang and all of them living in KL. So is SIL, she lives in KL but makes lots of effort to go back to the family home once a month, although the house then seem like a haunted house. She makes arrangement for someone to mend the house and mow the lawn.

She makes sure the orchard is well-maintained, making it easy for everyone to drop by when rambutan, durian, duku, langsat, cempadak seasons are there. She would be the centre contact point, keeping tract of everyone’s well beings, host the get-together hari raya event, kenduri, majlis kahwin, bertunang, cukur jambul and making sure each family is informed on the important dates even when MIL was still around.

She would make the effort to visit sick siblings as well as informing the rest on the recuperating progress. Presently, she is very much looking forward for her daughter’s graduation, her first job and maybe deep in her heart, preparing herself to be a MIL soon, busy filtering interested young men suitable to potentially become her son-in-law.

Zoul is particularly very close to her and he is the apple of her eyes and to her, he is still her little Acu, the youngest brood in her family who looks up to her and ibu (my late MIL) so dearly. It was only five months ago when we were exchanging notes with her on things-to-do and things-to-see in Spain, for her family vacation to Spain end of the year.  SIL was on top of the world then!

It was during L’s kenduri cukur jambul back at the family home, Zoul and I started noticing her drastic changes in her physical appearances, her lack of appetite, weight loss, her paled look and continuous fatigue, which is very puzzling since the only medical concern we know of, is her slight high blood pressure.

It was like an explosive blown on our faces after knowing  that she actually is suffering from kidney cancer of stage 4! Doctor’s verdict, it is incurable and she only has about a year to go! How anyone in this situation feels?

Sad?

Surprised?

Frustrated?

Angry?

Confused?

All of the above!

I never thought I would be watching my husband’s tears streaming down again, so soon after he lost his mother. I can sense it is the exact same feeling. The only difference is that, in SIL’s case he is being pre-warned! I love her very much and she is the only sister I ever have!!  

It is heart-wrecking to watch her crumbles day by day, watching the transformation of a plucky, active, happy go lucky lady to a completely different person to one third of her actual size, bedridden and her teeth starts falling.

How can I look into her eyes, encourage her to fight the sickness and prove the medical specialist is completely wrong each time we are online, when I myself am not sure that she will ever be herself again. There are prayers, Yassin recital I would do daily but what do I say to her who. as doctor calls it, a terminally ill?

May Allah give me, my husband, and the whole family the strengths and guidance we really need in this time of crisis……

Distance and time had seen to it that I can only watch from afar. When I am back in my own home alone I’d watch the vedios again and again and cry silently at my own inability to do more than this…..

Prankster hubby

We want our kids to be kids, even when it meant messy house strewn with papers, gooey forgotten play dough because we’d like to think that at least our kids will have a happy childhood. Hide and seek has always been their favorite.

It usually starts when daddy comes home from work, rattles the key to open the door and they will scamper to hide their butt but normally we could hear them giggling in their play house or behind the curtain or upstairs, underneath the duvet. 

We know where they are. but what makes them all giggly is when mommy and daddy plays along acting like we don’t know where they are and suddenly traps them all makes it an exciting small adventure for them.

I remember one morning hubby was back from jogging and asking me how i was.

Me:  Fine.

Zoul:  Darling, where is Lyra?

Me: She was here next to me with Sara….and Billi.

But…..now

Where is she?

Where are they?

So hubby called out for Sara and being a psycho mommy,  I started imagining the worst that could happen to Lyra and was prepared to run up the stairs to check, when there was a reply,

 “Daddy, we are in here!!”

We found them, giggling in their playhouse and finding it funny that we did not see them.

 (Bikin risau saja ini budak2.Tula, tertido lagi.)

The other night before going to bed I told Zoul to go first with the kids. I need a drink before bed.When I proceed back to the hall I was entirely focused on a little green light at the edge of the cushion wondering where in the world did that came from.

Confirmed that light was from the charging ipad, I made my way for the staircase to our room when suddenly out of nowhere an unidentified flying “object” jumped over and hugged me tight.  I was like a mad woman shouting my heart out and fighting to free myself, only to realize it was me own cheeky husband fooling me.

Zoul:  I love you darling.

Me:  Ceh…

Dear husband,

I will plot my revenge soon.

Love you…

Your Wife 

Moral of the story…..  be cautious with your prankster hubby.

(We will all miss you when you gone back to work  Zoul L)

Once upon a time...

Tiba2 teringat lagu ni......
How are you I wonder...

Supermom

A part of my freelance writing opportunity is concerned, more publicity work has been given to me… I am doing a corporate write-up for a small up-coming oil and gas company.  I am just starting up doing a very niche section of a big division and I thought it is a good start.

Still, you know how it is working for a new company where directions are still not concrete and although a strong advise is needed, they are not willing to pay much for it and there’s nothing  much  I can do. It’s not easy coming up with niche copy and I’ll just give them what they want or I’d just back out if the situation does not look that promising.

I’ve also completed some translations for magazine ads. It sure feels good when you’d see your work is out for the public reference.

I have learnt that although working from home is a blessing, it has many challenges, knowing when to turn off work, how/when to say NO to friends who want to go hangout. Above all I am learning to balance work, family, chores and errands without burning myself out.

I have more time and funny stories to share with my kids but  less time spent with Zoul since  we were partners in work and crimes before, for most of our offshore assignments but the only moments we are together now is when he is back onshore.

Besides, multi tasking I am neglecting my appearance, juggling the demands of work for a more productive and successful results.

Supermom….

A tailor.

Raising a twelve year old and a baby girl, I guess, has suddenly brought this other side of me. I have always loved to sew but never really pursued it until a best friend made me realize that life is not all about work and family. You gotta have time for things you love to do.

So during my confinement, I experimented my tailoring skill and manage to finish two pairs of baju kurung raya for Sarah with an estimated measurement for practice purpose. I used cheap materials except for the recent boat-necked baju kurung moden which I used the saree material I bought in Mumbai about 2 years ago…for myself.

I managed to finish up Billi’s baju melayu for raya… my first ever baju melayu creation for my beloved son.I have never tailored one before and it was not easy. Sewing the top was easier for me than sewing the pants but once I could perfect the technique, he’d probably be wearing home-made loose pants from now on and of course, due to the not-so-snug fit for the pants, I bought another material to try again. The second time works since I learnt to correct from the first imperfect try.

Just before I found out that I was pregnant, I visited my regular tailor for two pairs of baju kurung. I bought nice materials from my trips to Aceh and since her charges can be quite expensive, I decided to just make a plain baju kurung and enhance it later.

How true… I tried the very basic beading technique, the simplest technique anyone can try  on their baju kurung with the help of rich color beads and a creative ways of arranging the colors together….and the luxurious silk turns out to be even more classy.

I know I’ll be experimenting more since now I have resigned from work. In fact, I planned on doing more baju kurung for Sarah and another baju melayu for Billi.

I wish....I could make one for Zoul as well. 

I do not know how cranky or calm Lyra would be and planning is good, although it might not turn out the way you wanted…….

I am lost

As a writer, the most depressing part is, when you  blankly stared onto the screen, could not find the right word to start, could not correlate one sentence to another and the worst of all, you are bleeding to spring. 

For some, the capability to  kickoff an entry is imaginatively endless……and limitless……

I have been staring onto this screen for the past two hours, trying to find something to write. I guess, if your life is sparkled with a lot of fun or sad things, or many other things, you would not have any hiccups trying to connect sentences together. Unfortunately not every life sparkle is allowed to be shared here openly.

I noticed parents, were parenting their kids by the beach where we decided to have a little picnic. I could hear  a mom yelling to stop her kids skinny dipping far from the shoreline – afraid of being engulfed by the twirling waves.

Holes dug by the tiny little crabs were washed away, leaving the sand looked soft and fluffy…….

It was a typical evening here. Not that it happened every day, but the moment when nature stroke a rather soft gesture for a minor reception, it was not soft at all.

I still could not figure out how to initiate what I wanted to write, most probably I don’t have anything at all to write at the moment.

But deep inside me, I need to start writing again. It is like that I have lost my charm. I have lost something precious, something that was able to make me happy. I remember when I had so many things to write, I jotted it down everywhere.

Now I am lost.

Tribute.

When the late Syed ASM insisted and assisted me created tdmp.blogspot.com three years ago, my intention was to only write.

 Al-Fatihah........

I wrote what I had in mind since then.  My very first entry was about me moving on, after accepting the fact that certain thing will never go back to how they used to be. 

Being alone, I finally found my solace, writing something that is understandable by me only, for this blog is written for me, not to some random people I met on the flights or to friends that barely recognize my existence, or to siblings and parents  that don't even know this blog existed.

Writing has always makes me feel calm, and feel wanted, belonged  and secured because it is easier to write than tell. (tdmp is active,  with frequent updates,  random  pictures of those close to my heart and lists of my favorite songs on the loop.

tdmp is so special,  it is where I fell and scraped my own knee. It is my turf where I laid down hands spread up looking at the sky up above, head freed with worries because I knew that I just could toss everything in without having to think what others might perceive. This is my home where I saw my past, present and future.  There are A, H, N, M,(from FB) F, Y, Zoul (offshore) and many other alphabetical muses that used to color my blog.

I appreciate you, dear readers to have me in your feed and to follow me in your blog list, to read me whenever you have time to do so. How glad I am, I am just out of words. There is no adjective that is able to justify my gratefulness for you and your valuable time.

Reading  my  entries – my rantings, laments,  turmoil,  grieves  hopefully  will not make you think that I am such a cheap drama queen that scavenge your sympathy through my writings. I am never like that, and I did tiptoe  other  blogs but  never leave any comment or even  a trail.

Part of me is invisible.

Maybe, not to be seen is easier than to being judged.

The delivery journey (part one)

We decided that I have my final exercise before we meet the doctor for the final scan.We have discussed and would leave it to the result after the scan in determining the best option for the baby. As much as I want a natural birth, I know the limits and risks to it and decision will be made according to situation of the baby.

We can't say how relieved we felt after the test. At least I felt better that I trusted my gut but of course, can’t say much about what will happen during the labor process but at least for that moment alone, the fact that I was able to deliver our baby the natural way was such music to my ears and the due date was still two weeks away .

And I appreciated, everyone concerned (family) was patient and did not impose on what to be done. There are so many of them who have tonnes of experiences from the many children they had have but everyone's experience of pregnancy usually differed from each other. You could give views or to share your own experience but if you strictly try to impose this and that on the pregnant mom I think  it is annoying . At least respect her rights of her own choice. It is pressuring enough waiting for the baby to come out for the world to greet and welcome her but it would be double pressure when someone keeps tailing and consistently telling pregnant mom to do this and that instead of giving options to weigh.

 I thank god that I am blessed with a supportive husband and a pool of supportive girlfriends who stand by my choice even when they themselves have opted for a c-section and induction to bring labour earlier. In the end, it's the choice of the individual and so did I. There are no reasons to judge.

Giving birth is a natural process (the fact)...when it's due, you will get all the signs but if you do not when it is absolutely due time for delivery, then it can't be help except to involve the necessary intervention. Until then, we wait for the baby to be ready in thirty six weeks, the water bag will naturally breaks during heightened contraction and everything else will flow it's course.

In sya Allah.

Friends

I have friends whom I label as 'friends' in Facebook and some of them are privileged to view everything I put up about myself while some are unable to view my wall, my full profile or my entire photo album.

These friends are segregated to Family, Friends, Buddies and Blogger Friends. Finally there is one group I named 'uncertain' who are unable to view my wall and can only read my notes without being able to comment on them because I don't fancy their views and not bothered about letting them know how I feel, yet I am unable to delete them off my Friends list because they are either family members, relatives or a friend whom I do not want to burn the bridges with.

Does that makes me pretentious ?

Circumstances in life sometimes forces you to be that way because you need to consider someone else's feelings... in doing so, I feel some sort of insincerity and being insincere tires me to the bones..

Then, there are those whom I 'hide' on my wall. They are my friends, but I dislike reading their status because they would either create awkwardness when reading those status or that they make my blood boil with never-ending stupid/rude comments on politics and personal stuff of their partners or ex, giving out pathetic excuses to gain constant attention and grabbing anyone to join them in easy money-making quests.

I stay at home all day. I work from home and I go out to train students five hours a week. I see no one at times and facebook is a window for me to lookout the world... I get involved in many of what's happening to my friends through their status updates while I totally ignore other's updates I do not hide and I don't quite bother because I don't really care about them but I have nothing against them.

Previously, I would just delete people off my list especially those who request to be added but never bothered to even write me a message and put in any efforts to keep in touch with a simple hi/hello or how have you been or what have you been doing?. Soon, I realize many were offended by that gesture of deletion and got me into re-considering my actions since there is nothing wrong adding and keeping them in the list as I could just easily segregate them into groups allowing me more control of what they can view and what they can't, until they earn my trust.

Now, with 350 friends in my list but I don't need 350 friends. I mean, I never thought I even have 350 friends whom I can call, friends.

I am lucky enough to just name a handful of friends whom I can depend on but 350?

Swimming

I have not swam since entering my late second trimester and the  mother care maternity swimsuit that I bought for fifteen dollar (it was on seventy percent discount) has been hanging idle in in the ward rob  nearly two months. Zoul was away working. 

I don't feel safe going into the pool alone, afraid if I would slip and accidentally would fall flat on my stomach when going into or upon coming out from the pool unaided. I am very heavy now and it is difficult to enter the pool since the steps are a little high from each other. 

When I got to the first step I decided to just sit on the ledge, dip in my legs and slowly moving them backward and forward in the cold water. Then, I would swam slowly towards the deeper end aided by Zoul.

Zoul was just great playing a role like a swimming instructor teaching a little girl how to swim.  I couldn't swim the normal way as I use to because it was too tiring to swim the right way (I was huffing and puffing midway) and I felt pressured at the perineum area.

In the end, I kept holding on to Zoul's neck as he treaded his steps very slowly while my legs paddling. We did a couple of laps and when I got out of the pool, my whole body was aching but we had a good exercise.

 I am going back to the pool next week.

Alien pillows...

I am becoming more uncomfortable sleeping at night and would normally tuck a pillow under the tummy when I am sleeping on my side. Zoul would happily sacrifice one of his pillows for me. Euuwww….. 

I bought two more so he could have back his pillow but at the same time he complained that our bed has now been inhibited by alien pillows!!

When we took the ante-natal class we were advised that mommy should sleep with as many pillows as possible to support the back, tummy and legs apart from the usual pillows under the head. Zoul bought me three more pillows…really huge one that occupies more space on the bed. Sometime he would joke around saying that he is being kicked out of his own bed by alien pillows. Lol

I had a delightful surprise when Zoul got me another pillow especially design for pregnant mommy bought online. It does not cost him a bomb. The pillow is so comfy and I would say all pregnant mommies should have one.

www.babiesrus.com/NursingPillows‎

It is the Theraline maternity and nursing pillow I am writing. It is not an ordinary pillow.  It is five feet long. It could be use straight as a bolster or wrap around mommy’s curve for comfy fit. It provides support when nursing as the baby grows. Nursing could be a breeze and comfy for mommy and baby since the pillow can be wrapped around mommy’s waist and baby could rest on it comfortably.

What makes it so comfortable is the thin beads inside the inner casing, like those in the bean bags but it’s of smaller size.

A brilliant invention and I was told by one of our ante-natal course mate that her hubby would snatch this pillow for his afternoon naps in the week ends….

Sorry Zoul….not a chance! 

MH370

Sadness can sometimes lead you to a situation described as to be in lost and blank mode where the power of the mind to think through and rationalize current matters will auto switched off by itself. I was there and I had chosen not to watch the press conference last night.

Zoul broke the sad news I been dreading to hear. I listened, face down, not looking at him …still blank but deep in my heart still hoping that the flight that ended in the Indian Ocean, west of Perth is not MH370. My thought flashed back to the fate of two infants on board and I could no longer hold back my tears.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mnf9I0hADkU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpRGzlZTEa8#action=share

I am deeply affected by what happened to Flight MH370 even after two weeks of the incident I was still clutching to faith and hope the SAR team would find them and bring them all safely home. Their loved ones would be waiting to envelope their return safely back into their warm hugs and kisses.  Everyone will then be relieved that it was just a bleak phase of sadness and pain they had to go through.

I bet, there are many other different endings which are way better then the one announced by Najib yesterday but, who are we to play God. So let us hold each other closer and pray for them even if we do not know any of the crews and passengers on board. Let our prayers be with them all…

Captain Zaharie and co pilot Fariq I am confident, you fought religiously until your very last breath. You served and did well and I am so proud of you.

I bid you all goodbye and In sya Allah the authorities will do their best to bring you home where you belong..

Al-fatihah…..

PrayFor MH370

I have been reading updates upon updates since 10am Saturday of flight MH370 from KUL to Beijing which suddenly went missing and all contacts with the aircraft with the Subang Air Traffic Control were lost since 2.40am, Saturday. Flight MH370, operated on the B777-200 aircraft departed Kuala Lumpur at 12.41am on 8^th  March 2014 and was expected to land in Beijing at 6.30am the same day. The flight was carrying 227 passenggers (with 2 infant) and 12 crew members. 

I was glued to the TV and internet the whole day for latest updates,

And until now, in my honest and rational opinion, there’s no way anyone would survive as they have gone missing for more than 24 hrs without any contact. It would be a miracle that nothing bad happens. As of now, we need to know where they are. And find whatever left ASAP...

The disappearance of Malaysia Airlines 370 recalls another state-of-the-art aircraft that went missing over open water: Air France Flight 447, which plunged into the Mid-Atlantic in 2009 and resulted in the deaths of 228 people.

Like the Malaysian jet, a Boeing 777-200, Air France's Airbus 330 was a sophisticated aircraft that was not supposed to suddenly vanish without word from the crew.

It was really similar. There was no communication and the flight suddenly went missing from the radar.

According to the news, weather was perfect, sudden loss of communication, kissing from radar, no mayday. It just disappeared….

I am not a pilot or a flight attendant but I have to fly a lot due to my work. I am amused of how the planes work. Each time I need to board a plane my curious mind never stopped wondering, the working mechanism of a huge ’bird’ of metal, filled with hundreds of people , loaded with thousands of tonnes of bags and cargo and yet could fly  hundreds/thousands of km. against gravity.

Quoting Harnzah Rain * MAS have the best service, best pilot, best aircraft but Allah have the best plan. Even the unsinkable Titanic sank #PrayForMH370.

So, when I travel , I always tell myself, this is part of my job, my contribution to my family and always pray and tawakkal that in sha Allah everything will be ok.

At this point of time, give any Malaysians the best or latest movie to watch on TV or the most sensational news of gossips and 'sins collectors' such as DSAI's n HS's case........ nobody care to bother, like..lantak kau org lah, because all Malaysians are grieving for the loss of MH370'. Those giving silly comments (mengutuk MAS).....you're heartless abnormal human.

My heart goes to you Aida and please be strong…

 Innalillahi wainnailaihi roji'un... 

Alfatihah.

Homesick

We have been apart from our family for a huge portion of our life now and why am i still doing it? It is because of work and of late I realized that i should spend these coming months in Ganu close to my family, instead of, here.

I really wonder how are others experiencing this?  What makes them decide to migrate and leave their family behind? 

Last night, Zoul saw my red eyes, blamed it on my hormones.

Before he went to sleep, we talked. I struggled to really tell him what’s been bothering me. He asked me a couple of times if i want to go home. I declined. It’s either being home with our family or being away from him. It’s really a decision I do not want to make.

And he said, “Just one more year sayang. Then we’ll go home, OK?”.

Really, living as an expatriate is not a bed of pretty yellow roses as what some people might think. Sure, the money and the perks are second to none, but the time with family is not refundable.  I can never get those ‘time’ back.

Zoul said I’m spending my time alone most of the time here and not working as I used to before and that leads me to a kinda homesickness. In a way, he’s right. Being alone most of the time allows me to be inside my head far too long.

Above all…..I want Lyra’s birth of place in Ganu and that would only be in my dreams.

I am feeling exhausted since I did not sleep well for the last few days and had to wake up almost every hour for toilet breaks, if not, for the frightening dreams that woke me up sweaty and breathless..

Five weeks ago, i could not imagine myself to be this far along in my pregnancy. After losing one of them I am taking things day by day. I have nightmares relating to my pregnancy, probably due to fears that I will be losing her as well.

I’ll be lying if i say I am not worried.

Where does a wife stands then?

Quoting....

Cik Mass

5 hours ago near Jelutong

"Hmm,kecoh sgt kes HS nie…
Ramai plak cikpuan2 yg dok kuarkan kenyataan emosional…
Yer la …maybe dia salah tp tu hal dia,yg kita nie x pyh lah nk menambah dosa kering ckp bukan2…
Back to basic,isteri mmg kepunyaan suami secara mutlak selama bergelar isterilah which mean isteri xleh ada suami ke2 or scandal ,tp suami tu bkn hak mutlak milik isteri sbb hati suami nie bleh terbahagi 4,bkn sy ckp tp hukum ckp.
So,dok diam2 sudah…jgn dok kata lebih2 kat org…sbb tkt terpalit ke muka sendiri,Tuhan byr cash skrg ni"

Babe.....you trigger me to write this.......No offence yea CikMass

*Yeah……she is the hottest husband snatcher, on current news dominating FB and online gossips these days.

From the way those comments, cursing and damning are more like it, which she actually deserves. (some comments were too harsh and way out of line) and for one, I have never condone the act of snatching the other half of others regardless whatever reason given.

I feel sorry for her but then again what is so stupid about being honest?

She should publicly said, “Yes, I love him, I want to be with him, marry him even when he is a married man. We love each other”

To the wife…..”Yeah…I am the bitch who wants your husband”

There would still be lots of gossips and dams and some might see it as plain stupidity on her part but then again what’s so stupid about being honest?

Or are you trying to play innocent and wants the whole world to know that you are trapped in something (relationship) that suddenly is beyond your control? Poor reasoning and some how the capability of using your brain is somewhat limited, good looks but with an empty brain. A married man can be an easy prey, exciting, sexy...but can you live with the consequences of the relationship? 

What repulsed me the most is the husband's attitude, choosing to sort of defending the GF, tried hard not to tarnish her reputation since she is a celeb.? How about the wife whom he married, To love, honor, and cherish that seem to be the easiest to forget.

How could Mr. Hubby said his wife was the one who spills the beans first? After all he is still Mrs Wife's husband, when the other woman claim, he is a divorcee, a duda. 

Where does a wife stand then?  Sedihnya…  

It’s like Mr Hubby is saying… “You don’t really mean much to me”. 

Shit!! 

Why didn't you find my body?

Me: Until today, the apartment is still empty.... 

Zoul: People don’t want to stay there but for sure I will choose that apartment.......

Me: What if she comes back..

Zoul: Talk and befriend her but if she ask.. “WHY DIDN’T YOU FIND MY BODYYY?”…..

Scarrryyyy....and suddenly I was speechless for a second.  
We were at home together. It was 9pm after dinner break for Zoul  and soon he would be leaving for work again to leave me on my own …..alone. My hand started cupping my mouth swiftly….and what if she over heard us, float our balcony…white and decaying, awful and unsightly....

I like to watch/listen to ghost stories but this one is real…..

She lived in a different block and like any other Malaysian working here in the same company with Zoul, she choose to live alone.

One day, she didn’t turned up for work. Her colleagues were wondering what was hhapening to her since she didn’t inform admin or sent any messages to anyone. The office thought maybe she has to attend something urgently.

On the second day, they started to wonder more of her where about when she did not reply messages sent to her nor pick up any phone calls but  the people from the office still did nothing.

On the third day, someone from the same block smelled something rotten from her apartment, they alerted the authorities who contacted the office. The office people had to break into the house and found the woman dead, decaying.

She died, alone from a heart attack.

Until today, the apartment is still empty

But last night Zoul realised what I was thinking and he never looked more amused.  Before he left, he stopped at the door, turned his head and said. “Don’t be scared sayang, I already close the balcony door for you”

With a gleeful naughty look on his face, he was gone.

EErrkk….