"This shall be a dark ordeal.", I sighed to myself, thinking that I will be forced to break the invisible walls of trust which have stayed in equilibrium between all parties - but all, to get to the bottom of this predicament.
- Hajime on The Dismay
* Based on real-life events. Contents are exaggerated (slightly, just slightly =P ) Serious reading with a pint of humor is advised. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION*
zomydamnfukinggawd!?
The sight of something lost blanked my mind. I don't even remember what went through my mind at that moment... suspicion, fear and anger. Suspicion on the prime suspects; fear for the lost of something which did not belonged to me; and anger for whoever caused the disappearance of the computer casing.
"No one is home?", I thought to myself. Dam, I gotta start the interrogation ASAP!
While I waited, theories of the computer casing's disappearances surged into my mind. When one's 'possesion' (technically it wasn't mine, but when given the responsibility to look over something, that something is virtually yours) is violated in any way, all the mind can conjure, is anger of the utmost. Imagine your v*rg*n*ty being taken away by someone... forcefully and unwillingly, it's that magnitude of piss.
"Didn't the house-mates next to my room just had a pc? Could they have been so imbecilic as to have taken it?", I said silently to myself as I nodded gently.
"Or was it the two students up stairs who saw an opportuniy and secretly took it?", I beamed to myself as I raised my head to check the dim 3rd floor.
(The other room was occupied by my friend, so he's out of the equation. =P)
"Gruuu gruu gruuu...", sounds of the glass-door opening echoed from downstairs broke my paths of thought.
"Someone is back!", I thought to myself. You shall be my first 'victim' of interrogation.
"Crack!", he unlocked the door next to my room. "Yes! It's one of the house-mates next door, my prime suspect."
So there I sat, in front of my computer, waiting for the 'suspect' to finish his daily routine after work.
All this while, I couldn't think of anyone else who could've perpetrated the crime, except for the people who posses the key to the house. Then I realized, there are way more than one suspect. You see, this house has 4 rooms, and all those rooms are rented out. The 'suspect' who just came back lives with another two of his friends, so that's 3 person. Another 2 T*R students live upstairs. (My friend lives upstairs too but he's out of this story =P).
So up until now, there are 3 + 2 = 5 suspects. Quite a lot you say? To complicate things, my house tenant just live next door. A married couple, who likes to 're-locate' my stuff which I put in the house. Their daughters, one of them is married and is away, while the other stays with the parents. They too posses the keys to the house! The suspect count has just risen to 5 + 3 = 8.
Now add in the unknown visitors - who could be virtually any person, and I find myself at a lost. "It could be ANYONE!", I shaked my head in dismay.
"This shall be a dark ordeal.", I sighed to myself, thinking that I will be forced to break the invisible walls of trust which have stayed in equilibrium between all parties - but all, to get to the bottom of this predicament.
*RAWR!?*
"Time for action!" I readied myself at the door, concentrating all the pissed-off emotions couped up in my mind, and shoved my whole body at the door. Breaking down the 2 inch thick wooden door. There he stood, in his towel, one hand clenched on the towel. Frightened by my sudden appearance, his hand slid... and... and...
To be continued...
