Invaded!

My apologies for the not-so-good flow of this blogpost

Yesterday, I was going out to lunch with Wan when I received an sms from my brother, Irfan. The maid had discovered that someone had broken into our house!

The first thing I did was to call my brother and tell him to check the house. Just to make sure no one's hiding in it. After I hung up, I suddenly had a vision of him opening a cupboard and a thug jumps out blasting a machine gun.

Of course, I went home.

On the way home, my brother and I had a ridiculous sms-conversation about whether or not we should tell our parents about this.

Baba and Mama were in Vietnam. I really can't believe we actually THOUGHT about whether or NOT we should tell them. To be honest with you, our reason for not telling them was we "didn't want to worry them". Gee... How noble.

Thankfully, Wan was there to knock some sense in my head. I doubt my parents would have appreciated me NOT telling them about such a thing.

Upon reaching home, Wan & I went straight to the scene of the crime. I was infuriated by the audacity of the evil invader.

The door in question is a wooden door that opens to the patio and the garden. There's no grill but there's a huge fat lock on it. The evil invader had casually chipped at the wood near the lock and had managed to gain access to the house.

There were two things about this that amazed us.
One.
Our alarm is on the entire night. It's only switched off at 6am when Aisyah goes to school. The evidence of the break-in was discovered at noon. Therefore, the evil invader had done his deed in broad daylight!
Two.
The lock on that door is on the inside of the door. There is no sign of it from the outside. Meaning that from the outside, no one could possible guess where the lock is located. The evil invader knew exactly where to chip at the wood.

After he chipped at the door, the evil invader left the remnants of the tampered lock ON the couch IN the house. Thus, proclaiming to all of us that he had invaded our home.

BUT he had taken NOTHING.

That remains a mystery to us. A thief who enters a home without taking anything....

Naturally we thought that he may have thought we wouldn't discover his lock-tampering and had decided to come back later in the night. So of course, we were NOT keen on that idea.

THEN we discovered something even weirder...

The alarm system for THAT particular door was deactivated. We tested the entire house and realized that ALL the triggers were working EXCEPT the ones on that door. Wow. Amazing.

This is either an amazingly skillful evil invader or an inside job.

I decided to call the police.

I called their hotline:-
PoliceDude: Hello, Polis Diraja Malaysia
Me: Hello, saya ingin melaporkan kes pecah rumah.
PoliceDude: Sebentar.
Me: (put on hold)
tick tock tick tock --- 2 minutes goes by.
*click* toot toot tooooot
Line gets cut off.

O...kay...

I called Balai Polis Ampang:-
-no answer-
I called again.
-no answer-
I called again.
-no answer-
I called again.
-no answer-
I called again.
-no answer-
I called again.
-no answer-

SIX (6) times -- No one answered the phone. I'm not kidding.

Now I know that if I'm being bludgeoned by a crazed-killer, I should call Domino's Pizza instead.

As I was thinking of what to do next, my dad called to say that he had arranged for people from his office to come and help us out. A few of them went to make the police report while another attended to the door. Fortunately, a new set of locks were made and the door was fully secured again.

But everyone was still wary about the fact that the evil invader had successfully gained access to our home but had left with nothing... and had done nothing.

I mean, yeah... Of course we're thankful that nothing horrid happened but having your home invaded is a horrible thing on its own.

My mom managed to catch the next flight to KL and she arrived a few hours later. Baba had to stay in Vietnam and return on the scheduled flight (today).

That night, we had a guard to watch over the house and amazingly, a policeman arrived to do the same. Nonetheless, all of us slept armed with a weapon. Aisyah had her tennis racket... Irfan had a long iron rod... I had a golf club.

I hate that evil invader for making us sleep with metal.