373# Shift 2

373# Shift 2

Disclaimer: This story is totally fictional and has nothing to do with any of the parties out there.

Last Sunday, the day after we moved out from the previous house, we went back to the old house to settle the remaining business.

Dr. D's parents came other than the 4 of us. They are certainly more experienced in dealing this kind of procedures as compared to us.

The old man (he kept calling us young man, young man, thus I shall address him the same too to show my unbiased respect towards him) came later with his wife.

It's going to be funny how a person can change. Before we moved in, he was such a cheerful, sunny and open old man.

But that time when he came to inspect the house before he return us the deposite, a giant piece of black cloud covered him up and he morphed into a black, foul mouthed, hot tempered, blood sucking slug.

First, the old man made noise at us about the wardrobe in Hercules's room. The bottom part of the sliding door was scratched. He insisted that Hercules has spoilt it because everything was in tip top condition while he handed the house to us.

Dr. D's mother explained that that piece of furniture was made up from a cheap wood so for sure there will be wear and tear, more over it was already 3 months. But the old man was not listening and continue to express his rage at us.

(I won't say that he bitches at us, which he really did, but it sounds inappropiate)

For the 3 months the air con in Hercules's room was left untouched. So when old man inspect the air con, he expressed his rage at us that the air con was not functioning anymore.

Dr. D's father explained that the air con's remote was out of battery, not that the air con has spoilt. Old man did not listen to that and insisted that he wants "perfect condition" of the air con. Therefore to show that the air con was actually functioning, Dr. D had to rush to buy batteries.

While the old man went off to inspect around, Dr. D's father and I tried to work the air con out. There is reset button in every air con where you can turn it on without remote control. In the end we found the button, and proved to the old man that the air con is still functioning in fact.

(How wish there is a reset button on his forehead so that I could press it)

When the old man inspect KS's room, KS said, loudly;

"Luckily the fan is still working, or else I have to pay money."

The inspection continued to Dr. D's room. His toilet's lamp was already spoilt when we moved in and his father has fixed it. During that time, the light was not working suddenly. This caused the old man to express more feelings again.

Dr.D's father explained to him that the lamp was already faulty at the first place and he repaired it. But again, the old man was not listening, and repeat his line again and again.

"I don't care, I want everything back to its condition like 3 months ago!"

The repeated bitching was pressing Hercules's berserk button again and again. He got so pissed off and tried to clarify. But Dr. D's father was kind enough and unberserk him. And he had to repair the lamp again for the old man.

So we gathered in the living room, trying to sort the deposite out. But the old man got so sensitive and double check Hercules's room. Few seconds later, he came down and complaint that Hercules's toilet was dirty.

This time Hercules really ran out of rage and laughed. Too much of bitching causes down regulation of anger. "Whatever."

When the old man tried to finalise everything, he asked for the receipts of the security service. We told him that we do not have the receipts. He said;

"No receipt? Then I have to deduct RM90 from your deposite."

This bitching finally manage to trigger my anger and all of us got so fucking pissed. The security charges are between US and the SECURITY COMPANY. What is it got to do with this old man?

It's so obvious that this old man is trying to con our deposite as much as he could.

In the end, he did not success in conning us the security fee. He wrote Dr. D's father a cheque for our deposite. Since it has to be cashed out, so...

When we were walking out from the house, KS told the old man;

"Uncle ah, you better check the tap outside, or else if spoilt then you want us to pay pulak"

and the old man quickly go and check.


Old man, oh old man... You know that you are near enough and it's not so far away between you and the gates. Yes, the gates. It's either the gates up there or the gates down there. So it would be better if you do more good than bad. So that you can get to the place where you wanted the most.

You bully us just because we are young and inexperienced. Are you out of cash? Why did you try so hard to con money from young men like us? Your daughter never give you money is it? Poor thing...

Besides, I'm quite thankful for you because my father was not there. I dare not to imagine what will happen if he was there if you kept expressing your unsatisfaction right there without any solid reasons.

If you still do bad, you would not know what will happen next. Thus you shall do ten thousand goods before the end of the day.

For everything you did to us, there will be a price to pay.

We will not execute it, but up there down there He will do it for the sake of justice.

Når sjelen hentes til helvete, Da den kristne satte livet til, Guds fortapelse - Åpenbaring av dommedag!

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