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