As I was entering my home after sending my girl to school, a dark Malay woman stepped out from the door that lead to the staircase. My flat is what they usually called a point block. There are only 4 units on my floor and it's shaped like a square. The doors are usually closed, as this is usually the case with new houses.

Anyway, when the dark Malay woman appeared from the staircase door, I was a little bit shocked because now that we have floor to floor lift landings, the staircase is more like for emergency purposes. She asked me in Malay if I want to buy those kerepek-keropoks from her, which by then I noticed the big bags she was carrying. I shooked my head no and said thank you.

And then she asked if I have old children's clothes to give away. Which, so coincidently, I have! My girl cleaned up her wardrobe a few days ago and we have a pile of outgrown clothes. I asked the woman where she's from and she said Batu Pahat, Johor. So I assumed, she's kind of a needy.

I told her to wait downstairs while I pack. I don't want her waiting outside my door when I'm packing in the room. I saw another woman downstairs which looked like her acquintance. She said thank you and pressed the lift to go downstairs.

Then I entered my home and did some thinking. I regret promising her the clothings. I don't know that woman. I don't know her whereabouts. What if she's not a good person? And by giving her my daughter's clothings, will we be safe? I imagine she has some black magic that can do evil things just by owning our clothes. It can be done, can it not?

So I found her downstairs and told her that I'm afraid that the clothings have not been separated from the rest. It will take some time for me to pack. She said it's ok, another day then. And then the other woman said, "Dik, mintak air sikit, Dik" (She asked for some drinks.) I was taken aback by her request that I didn't know for ten seconds what to do and then I felt some coins in my pocket and gave all to her and told her to go to the coffeeshop and get herself some drinks. She thanked me over and over again, not knowing that a can of drink costs more than what I gave. Heehee. Now I hope they can't remember which floor I live.