SUSPICION

It was dark, it was late, it was cold. A couple were pushing their bike up and down the hill. A typical mind would first thought ‘Alamak hantu!’. That’s what I thought and that also makes me typical. Hee

It took me 200 metres before I make a turn to lend a helping hand. They run out of gas!. How can I help? Can I buy you gas? Can I send one of you home first? Can I escort till there’s light? None of them were taken because the uncle said their house is nearby. Or at least that’s what I heard, there were buzz of insects from the bushes nearby. And believe me that he could not put it in much politer words. So I continue my journey as I was always in a rush.

I was home and looking at my 6 foot mirror. ‘thoughts’ They are suspicious! They thought I would rob them or something! That’s explain why the auntie suddenly hide behind the uncle because I could remember that she’s was quite a distance from him when I first saw them. Who could blame them? It was 11.00pm dark and quite.

We lived in suspicious world. Trained hearts to put trust as the last option in any decision we made. Let it be love, let it be life, let it be work. Hell, it took me 200 meters before I turn. I even thought that maybe they were thieves in disguises. How pathetic was that? We don’t trust beggars as somewhere few years every one of them is a part of a syndicate. We don’t trust our work as if we are living in a rat race. The suspicion goes beyond race, age, gender and even family bonds.

A word from a guy to a girl always perceived as an act of sexually driven

A word from a girl to a guy as an indicators of how ‘gatal’ she are.

An act of compliments from a boss is always manipulative

A gesture of welcome is there’s something fishy

A simple act of helping is too good to be true

Safe zone drawn and outside is a jungle (would that make us animals?)

By the way, that night. I was in my torn 501 and my Harley Davidson tees. Duh..