going bananas

September 17, 2012 • 35 comments • 3153 views

A conversation Dean and I had earlier.

He came to me and held my shoulders.

“Baby, I’m going to tell you something but you cannot get scared ok.”

I HATE WHEN PEOPLE TELL ME STUFF LIKE THAT!

“Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

Dean thought for a second.

“Umm ok la, ok I won’t tell you.”

Then he went away and plonked himself on the couch.

I followed him.

“Fine, just tell me! What is it?”

“No la, I think it’s better if you don’t know anyway.”

“TELL ME!!!!!!! What is it? It’s hantu isn’t it? We have a hantu in the house, don’t we?”

“What? No, it’s not hantu. You sure you want to know?”

“Yes. Just tell me.”

“Ok. When I was in the toilet just now, a monkey was standing outside looking at me.”

…………

No. Freaking. Way. I. Almost. Cried.

You should have seen me going all over the house locking windows and doors.

That’s it.

I can handle cicak and cockroach. But I can’t vacuum a monkey.

We’re moving.