Adebelle

Urrrrgh!! Stupid stupid stupid!! I have to re-type everything all over again!! Just a few more sentences to completion!!!! Darn! Craaaaap….

Maybe I should take a shower before giving a second shot at this.

Half an hour later…

To finish off where I left off.. I was back to the police station, AGAIN.. Third time in a row now. For the record, in just a month! Pretty amazing, huh?

I used to think a great smile could get you anywhere. I realised I was wrong! Obviously it wasn’t the case when dealing with Poker Face, a PMS sufferer cum police officer, by the name of ZAKAR*** (you see, am just protecting his identity.. no offence :D) But wait, have to say he’s really acting like a dickhead.. So you see, name does reflect one’s bahaviour.. haha..

Now, Ah Lek, mum’s mechanic was waiting for us at a compound in front of the police station where they keep all the towed cars and wrecked vehicles. Gosh, it wasn’t a pretty sight, I tell you.. Among the wrecked cars, stood a black Honda City (just like mine! gosh!!) which was way beyond deformation.. I shivered at the thought of being in that car.. what could have happened if… (touch wood!!). Praise to the good lord am still in one piece, still up and running… I really oughta count my blessings.. Worse could have happen.. Later, Adli, Ah Lek’s worker told me that the owner of that Honda City has been terminated, so to say.. Outta service, he said…Quietly, I said a prayer to that poor soul.

Praba and Adli were busy taking down our details. After that, they started to plan out a story which CE and I were to relate to the police officers later on. It got rather tricky when realised am still under P license. A wrong step could cause me the entire license! Besides, we wanted to plant a storyline in such a way that CE and the third party involved could claim on my insurance without jeopardising their NCB’s. (NCB = No Claim Bonus, something I learned on that fateful night)

Voila, we had a plan and the insurance company’s gonna take care of everything and bear the full repair cost!! But, it looked like I had to pay a good sum of 600 bucks still.. 200 bucks (duit kopi) and 400 bucks to the insurance company due to the P licence. Despite having to pay some money, I’d never felt so relieved for the entire night!! Also, talked to mum on the phone. I knew I would NOT get any scoldings when I got home. Hehe.. I made her promise not to scold me. It’s simple.. just have to tell her that I was really scared and I would not repeat the same mistake again. Of course, it tested my manja-ing skill to the fullest. I knew my parents well.. too well.. hehe.. I know they have this huge soft spot for me when I start to wail like a baby. Phew.. settled mum… I could sing and dance there and then… Oh wait, I also realised, yes, money can make the world go round!!

CE suggested to take a picture of me and show it to the rest. He said it was a waste no one got to see me in that dress. I guess when spirit is lifted, one would agree on doing anything, even the most ridiculous thing like taking picture in the middle of the night, surrounded not by the scenic view but bunch of wrackage! Must say, it was fun though. I started to laugh again…

Inside the police station, CE and I were led to some kinda registration counter. Didn’t expect to be greeted with smilling faces but didnt expect foul treatment too. We were given each a form to fill in our particulars. Was it me or the world has caught on the D.I.Y concept?? Was told to type out the incidents all by ourselves via the worse than BURUK PC’s sitting quietly at the corner of the room.

My skin crawled when I noticed the condition of the keyboard. Eeeuuuuuuuuuw, it’s plain disgusting!! I examined its condition  closely. Gosh, the then white and intact keyboard is now black and completely loose. It’s really amazing one could still type on it. Suddenly, the thought of people digging their nose while typing  crossed my mind and made my tummy really sick! Perhaps, many pairs of unwashed hands touched that filthy keyboard before!! I had to stop thinking about all sorta possibilities…

CE got called by Poker Face and was told to work on the statement in BM. Gosh, they must be joking!! I hadn’t use BM since I left high school. CE and  I exchanged glance and laughed. Willy-nilly, we would have to come up with something, .. Oh well…

By the way, unlike me, CE wasn’t disturbed by the condition of the PC. He was just really concentrating on the story while cracking his head trying to come up with a complete sentence in BAHASA. Fret not, fret not, he had me beside him.. hehe.. after all, I ain’t got no A1 for nothing.. hehehe.. About few minutes, was called by Poker Face. I winced at the thought of touching the keyboard. I’d just have to try my best to keep minimal contact with it while typing on it. An agonising couple minutes with the keyboard ended as I hit the last period to the statement.

Sense of pride filled me up as I walked to Poker Face and informed him about the completion of the statement. I would have thought that was the end of nightmare. Apparently not! This lousy Poker Face was a complete cow! He scolded me when I told him I had CE’s car plate number wrong. Flashing out the brightest possible smile with sugary voice, I said him, "Bang, nombor kereta kawanku dah salah. Boleh betulkan tak?" It always worked when I speak to people that way. This Poker Face broke the record! He ignored my nice gesture and avoiding any eye contact with me, he said, "Apa benda ni? Allah..banyak pasal..tsk.. Kenapa tak check tadi?!! Jika salah lagi, kau buat sendiri, I kata awal-awal!" What the ****?!! What was wrong with him? As far as I remember, I was being really polite. Besides, am not some serial killer or rapist, he didn’t have to talk to me that way!! I hadn’t even complain about his inefficiency! Stupid cow!! What a dickhead!!

I was fuming!! Glad that I didn’t have to see his Poker Face as CE and I walked to another room. I could only pray that the inspector I was gonna meet would be a tad bit nicer and civilized. Another round of waiting… This was really driving me nuts!! If only if they could be just a lil’ bit efficient and do things with sense of urgency I’d actually consider giving ‘em some credit and respect. But, some people will never learn and these people happen to be our ‘beloved’ government officers.

I must have changed at least 30 sitting postures in the waiting room. And everytime a new people came in, I’d receive an overall scan.. It must be the dress!! It’s just so outta place!

Anyways, the only thing that kept me sane in there was the conversation and the laughters I had with CE and Adli.. It made waiting a whole lot easier to bear.. Finally, CE was called in the investigation room. It took about 10 minutes and was called in.

I would assume the inspector to be a man and turned out to be a she. "You datang dari mana? Kenapa nampak macam nak pergi nyanyi kat pentas?"  That was the first thing she said to me when she saw me. Half embarrassed, I explained the incident to her. The problem is that she too, has a poker face. I needed to use another strategy to charm her if I wanted to stay outta trouble.

Voila, personalization it is! She was so surprised when I addressed her by her name. I said to her after observing her workstation, "Kak P**a suka Siti Nurhaliza ker? Pernah pergi koncert dia tak?" Hehe.. that was the killa!! She changed her attitude completely when she heard that. I would have made the TeamBlue facilitators so proud if I told them this. Hehe.. I started to yakkety yak my way… Adli signaled me to bring out the 200 bucks on the table… Gosh, on the table?! I thought it should be done in a more discreet manner?! These people are so daring!! I bet all the inspectors are corrupted!! No wonder she wasn’t trying to hide. Oh my goodness…

By the end of the whole supposedly investigation, I guess she had come to really fond of me.. my strategy not only worked, it worked so well! Hurrah!! She told Adli that I sounded just like her 8 year-old daughter. I thought I saw her eyes sparkled with motherly love when she said that. Not too bad, eh? hehe… I told her that that was gonna be the last time I see her and wanted her to take care of herself. With a genuine smile, we bid goodbye.

CE and I couldn’t be more alived as we walked out the police station! An end to a long night.

Got home around 2.30 am. Mum looked stressed and worried as I entered the living hall. As promised, no scoldings I slept at 4 am that morning.

Before going to bed, I said a special prayer to god, thanking HIM for watching over me.

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