Gadis Bermasalah pt.1

Bismillah…

Huaaaarrgghhh…..

Ohhh itu bukan kesan mengantuk yang berlebihan atau lebih tepat lagi monolog dalaman seorang gadis yang bermasalah. Tapi stress yang dilepaskan sebab ada beberapa perkara yang telah terjadi dan sampai sekarang saya tidak dapat me’making sense’kan perkara-perkara tersebut.

Baiklah, saya tidak akan mulakan dengan listing dari yang paling tak penting kepada yang lebih aula (utama) tetapi saya hanya mahu ceritakan sesuatu though I have this feeling of ‘you-don’t-tell-others-every-single-tiny-little-thing-about-you-and-yourself-muna (bukan nama sebenar)’ but seriously, I’ve gotta tell you this.

Yesterday was my ‘Projek Kemanusiaan Day’ when I was initially planned to finish up my ‘never-ending-research-brain-storming-session’ and I supposed at 10 pm or something I could call it a successful and enjoyful day of experimenting my cooking skills, and pushing myself to the limits but -----> that was my assumption.

My- only- assumption.

I met my juniors at the seksyen 2 bus stop after quite some times waiting. We killed the time by catching up others’ stories and updates when it’s kinda too late to realize that, we’re waiting for a unicorn to do poco-poco and followed by salsa and tango afterword ---------------> errr which is merely IMPOSSIBLE.

There’s no bus stopped to give us a ride to seksyen 7. It’s 11.15pm and the last trip might be canceled. Plan B ------> I went back inside UiTM and walked from the very Gate 2 to my house which is closer to be compared to walking home from seksyen 2 (heyyy….!!! Saya tahu pembezaan jarak!!!).

Then I walked from UiTM to my house. I considered it quite okay since it wasn’t my first time walking home late at night so, though it was kinda creepy and scary, ‘pade’ je la… I’ve no choice after all but to maximally utilize my ‘kaki kuda’ because that’s all I have.

Oh, I haven’t hit my point yet. So, here the story goes…

I played my old mp3 player to the max by means of not to hear any weird out of blue bizarre things whispering, calling and what not except the sound of cars passing by before my eyes could catch two strange errr …… people looking down a muddy and slippery edge.

Me: (talking to my very dear self) Okay. I’ll pretending not to see or even notice anything and I’ll just walk home. It’s almost 12 muna (bukan nama sebenar) and your house is still few kilometers away. Okay, walk straight in front and don’t even glance on them. I didn’t see anything…. I didn’t see anything…

But I failed. I did look back and the girl who was bending down just now was somehow asking for assistance. There was another girl crying and screaming like …….. (do fill in the blank with any suitable adjectives to describe the fiercest feelings you could ever imagine) and at that very moment I know, I couldn’t run neither hide anymore. It was so mean to walk away and sell fish. Bukan jual-ikan. I mean, being selfish.

Huuuuuuuuuu~

So I walked near them which until now I still cursing myself for doing that. I could see the ‘gadis-bermasalah’ who was crying from the muddy and slippery edge with bruised hands and face.

Wajahnya sangat keruh dan penuh dengan kesan darah kering juga. Hati saya sudah tidak mampu bersangka baik.

Agak tidak logic untuk meneka yang kakak itu sedang menjalani pengambaran short film untuk projek tahun akhir sebab memang tak nampak pun crew-crew atau rakan-rakan sekongkolnya dan agak tidak munasabah juga jika dikatakan yang beliau sedang menikmati suasana dan panorama malam bertemankan lampu-lampu I-City dari jauh sebab beliau memang sedang duduk menangis dan meraung dalam ‘parit wanna be’. Errr I mean, gaung yang ala-ala parit je sebab baru korek untuk kerja-kerja construction.

Apekahhh..? jap, jap… O-M-G…

Ni, mangsa apa ni…? Mangsa rogol? Mangsa ragut? Mangsa dera? Mangsa buli? Mangsa jenayah pemerdagangan orang? Mangsa… otak dah tak mampu nak list any plausibility anymore. Did I just let myself involved in a dark market crime? Or… did I just create another trouble out of nothing here? What if this kakak turn out to be a mafia or something? What if this kakak all of a sudden pull a gun and grab me by the arms to ‘paw’ me or something?

Gi-La.

Peluh kecil tidak mula marenik sebab otak saya sahaja yang menggelabah sedang hati sangat cool masa tu (bajet la kan… bertenang terlebih). Makanya, saya dan seorang lagi adik cantik yang memanggil saya awal tadi, turun ke dalam parit berlumpur itu untuk memujuk beliau keluar even diri sendiri sudah dimomok-momokkan dengan prasangka-prasangka jahiliah yang tidak membantu perkembangan otak kanan dan kiri.

We took about 20-30 minutes to convince her that she’s safe and it’s okay to share with us about anything. For that very torturing challenging time, there’s nothing that we could conclude neither tell about her because every single phrase (satu ayat je pun dia cakap, dok ulang-ulang “tak nak balik… tak nak balik” huuu~ apo nak di kato?) that came out from her lips did not comply with any of my hypothesis above.

Another guy who was there before us helped that kakak out of the ‘parit’ right after I was able to somehow persuade her to leave the very place she was found before. And immediately after that, that very guy left us with a ‘good and nice farewell speech’.

---------------> “Korang jagalah dia ya”

Errr… Apekahh..?? inilah dia lelaki zaman sekarang. It was dark, 12.15 am in the morning and he asked us to look after that kakak when we ourselves were so helpless. There’s no cab, there’s no bus and of course, no ojek at all because, we’re in Shah Alam, not Jakarta or what. Well, at least help us to lodge a police report or find someone to take care of the situation though it’s more appropriate for girls to handle girl. Very helpful.

Oh, ter’highlight’ abang tu pula. Dia bukan watak utama ya. Makanya, kami meneruskan sesi pujuk-memujuk which I never could trust myself doing it. Huuuhh….

….BERSAMBUNG….