An Incident

It happened this morning, about 12 am. I was coming out from my kitchen. It was then I heard a loud noise outside my house. There was a sound of someone slamming a car's door. Then there are people shouting. My windows were shut, I have to climb up my stool so that I was high enough to peep what's happening outside. 'Bang.. bang!!' Someone was slamming my gate, I can't see much in that short moment except there was a car outside. Then I quickly stepped down, wouldn't want whoever slamming my gate to notice me. Then someone was shouting.. "Open, faster open the door la.." or sth like that. I couldn't remember what exactly did he say, but he was asking us to open up the gate. Then there's voices who sound like people arguing outside. My dad then came out from his room, being awaken by the noise. My dad wanted to go out and have a look but I told him he shouldn't. My mom who had also woke up, asked my dad to go upstairs to the balcony and have a look. As I was following my dad upstairs, I grabbed my handphone with me in case I need to call the police or something.

At the balcony, we saw there's a guy lying on the road, topless. He was wearing a white sarung. Then there's this guy holding him from his back and talked to him and tapping on his chest asking that guy to wake up and stop fooling around. Then my dad was saying.... "Is he dead?". I was actually thinking the same thing, just don't want to mention it.. I shrugged. Then there was spotlight flashing on the road. A van came and stopped beside my neighbour's house. Three guys were then walking down the street to where the Indian guys were. I couldn't make out whether they came out from that van or elsewhere. One guy looked like my neighbour (who's normally quite busy body) but I wasn't sure. Then the guy who's holding the other man was saying "wake up la, there's people here". After that, my dad went downstairs and I followed.

My mom was already sitting in the living room asking what happened. Then my dad explained briefly and wanted to go out and had a look but was stopped by my mom which she thought it's best to stay out of it. My dad and I each had a 'theory' about what actually happened. He said the guy who was laying on the road was running away from the other guy while I thought there's an accident where that guy got hit by the car. My dad's 'theory' make more sense since there was someone asking for help when I was in the living room. Then my mom, dad and I went up to the balcony again. This time the guy laying on the road was gone and the three guys were gone too. Then there's two Indians, one was in a white pants. We were confused whether if he was the topless guy laying on the floor because as far as I could remember, he was wearing a sarung and not pants. Then we also noticed there's a puddle of substance and some pieces of unknown objects on the road. We can't make out if the unknown substance is just someone vomitted on the floor or was it.. blood? Then the two guys started arguing again, not as aggresive as before though. One of the Indian guy passed his handphone to the other and mumble something in Tamil. But the other don't want to accept the handphone and argued for a while but in the end he took the phone. Then one of them started searching for something on the road. Knew what I'm thinking? I thought he's destroying the evidence..... lol~~

Then my dad and I went downstairs as it seemed that it's over. But my mom stayed behind and keep looking. When my mom came down, she said that one of the guy left. Then the other stayed and keep seaching for things on the road, he kneeled down and looked closely on the road and almost kissing the floor and at last just lay beside our gate. My mom actually imitated what he was doing, which was hilarious.. My mom then wanted my dad to call the police as she wouldn't want a body laying outside our house the next morning. But then my mom went upstairs and looked again, that guy was gone too. So, it's over...

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Oh well, so what's that puddle of substance? Yeah, it's something vomitted out by one of the guy, found that out the next morning. I guess if my dad and I did stay a bit longer we would have witnessed the missing part of the incident and where did that sarung guy gone..

Things had been happening ever since there were people moving in to the apartment near my house. There was a bumper thrown outside the drain of my house before. Hmm..

Oh btw, my mom actually pretend to be one of the clothes hanging on my balcony so the Indian guys wouldn't notice, lol... not bad..