Hell Night

There is a special room in hell where the flames are extra hot and you must sleep sitting up. That must be how it felt like.

I can’t sleep last night.

You see my room’s window is only few inches away from the other unit’s window next door and the occupant is a family with babies. Yes babies. A set of twin. And that would be the least of my problem if it they didn’t come between my sleeps, plus you know how I feel about babies.

I know it was insensitive of me. All babies do cry sometimes. They have to. It’s a way of communicating to their parents, but must they share it with other?

Anyhow this little bundle of nerves wouldn’t stop crying until late passed 2am and I was getting agitated. I needed my beauty sleep, you know, to stay beautiful so I was being bold.

“Boss, kenapa you punya baby asyik nangis sahaja. You tak bagi makan ka? Saya tak boleh tido lah”

“Aiya, you tido sajalah, jangan kacau saya. Saya pun mahu tido.”

Sheesh. I am glad you will be in bed, because then you won’t be on the road and I won’t have to run over you when I see u.

The father not the babies.