Of witchcraft and black magic.. Part 2

NEW JOB
It was 4th August 2009, my second day at the new office.

I just got my laptop, and was required to fill up my personal information onto the company's HR system.

I was concentrating on the task - it was actually more than just simple background information, really!  And I was thinking hard to recall all projects that I was involved with in the last 5 years.  That was when I saw, at the corner of my eye, someone standing outside of my desk cubicle.  At first I thought he was waiting for someone from HR - my desk is nearest to the HR unit, and these people are always seeing the HR reps, for god-knows-what reasons.  So, I kept my focus on my work.

DARK SHADOW

After sometime, the person was still standing at the same spot, and by this time I notice that he was very still.  So I looked up to ask if I can help him with anything; maybe he was waiting for me and not HR.  When I actually looked at the spot where this 'guy' was standing, I only saw a dark shadow.  The next thing I remember, the shadow bent down - it grew taller somehow, maybe, for my cubicle is at my armpit level, and leaned very close to my face.  For a few moments I just stared at the dark thing, not able to move or think!

CRY FOR HELP

Then, somehow I managed to move and immediately looked away from it.  I turned to my right, and at that instant I heard a voice saying "Hani, help...".  I recognized that voice - a guy whom I was close to, who is now drooling over a much older woman.  The voice sounded like he was in so much pain that I cried!  (Imagine what other people would think if anyone had seen me - I was crying at my desk while updating my personal information!)  I couldn't sit still, and was thinking of what could have been going on.  Why would I hear him asking for help, after just that morning, I finally decided to let go.  That maybe it was never meant to be...

I was agitated for the rest of the day, worrying over that cry for help.  Yeah, it sounds crazy, but I felt obliged to 'listen'.  When I saw that guy that night, I wanted so much to ask if he has any idea on what's going on, but I was afraid.  Afraid that he'd call me crazy and ask me to see a shrink again.  But mostly, afraid that he would ignore me, just like the last few times when I tried to talk.

So I kept it to myself.  Well, myself and my sister and a trusted friend.  Their first reaction was silence.... then "be brave and don't think too much about it".  Then more silence.  Excpet my sister suggested that I recite this verse from the Quran for protection, in case something really was going on.

CAR ACCIDENT

Two days after, I was at a carpark near my office.  I saw a lady picking up trash and empty bottles at a corner.  And I noticed someone sitting inside a white car at another corner.  The parking attendant was busy guiding another car and I located a good spot.  So I made a three-point turn to go to that spot.  I turned, reversed and braked.  Then I got into 'Drive' and my car just moved towards this black MyVi.  I panicked, of course, as I was sure I still had my foot on the brake pedal.  Luckily, I remembered to pull the emergency brake, but by this time, my car had  already slammed onto the MyVi's door.  Shit... I only had this car for 6 months, and already I had wrecked!  But what scared me the most was, after the hit, with my handbrake still up, I felt like a push and my car move further to the front and into the other car's door.  It was like someone was pushing my car from behind.  Honestly, I find it hard to believe even as I'm writing this.  But I know what I felt.  I felt my car pushed .

Feeling very guilty, I gave the attendant my number to pass to the car's owner.  Surely, that afternoon itself she called asking me to pay for the damage.  Sure, I was wrong to hit her car, so I told her I'd pay for the repair.  She was nice enough not to scream in my ear afterall.  Who would have thought she has a buffon for a boyfriend and huge ass for a brother?  Seriously!  They insisted to have the driver's door and the one behind it painted - the entire door!  The backdoor was scratched very little, about 2 inches scrape along the centre.  And that costed me RM550!  Shitty ass holes!

--> This is the damage that cost me RM550! <-- 

OK, enough with offensive words - it's Ramadhan, and I should try to be more decent, like what my grandma always said when I was little.  "Jaga kelakuan baik-baik sikit, bulan puasa ni.  Nanti tuhan tak bagi pahala puasa, buat penat je tak makan".  So everytime I did something wrong, I would break fast.  Of course I was not even in school yet then. ="D

Now back to my story.

I called my dad and he came to take my car to the workshop - my front bumper was a bit off and he didn't like it.  That afternoon I went to pick the car up and on the way back a motorist rode his motorcycle straight in my direction.  Luckily, he managed to swerve at the last minute and missed me.  He apologised and said he didn't know what happened, suddenly his motor had a mind of its own.  By this time, I KNEW something was wrong.  I still didn't get what it was, but something was definitely wrong...

RECOMMENDATION FROM FRIEND

That night, I joined my friends for dinner and told them what happened.  One of them suggested that I seek help from this person she knew.  He's helped her before and she said maybe he might be able to help.  Because she was so eager about it, I said ok and made appointment.  I never thought by agreeing to this friend, my life would change...

I will elaborate more about it in future posts.  Break time's almost over.  And I'd better get back to work.  But hey, look at how long my composition is - not bad for one   hour, huh?