You smell a stench in your premise/place but you can’t identify where did it come from. You make jokes with your friends and guessing that the odour coming from either:
(a) a dead mouse rotten somewhere
(b) their stinky armpit
(c) the 1-month unwashed socks behind the door, but…
you’re totally guessing wrong. It came from a DB (please tell me you watch CSI) outside your backdoor!
~Please note that this is a real story that even made a Buletin Utama slot few weeks ago🙂 ~
The story commenced like this:
I have a friend, Imran whom I always refer to as my unofficial big brother (coz he’s a brother and he’s BIG)🙂 He practically lives and leads his daily routine inside his studio in T*di. I love that place coz that’s when I spend most of my time while I dated the who-we-not-speak-of-his-name, watching him jamming or just chilling out at Imran’s supercosy room.
Me and Imran, we went a long way back then. He used to date my unofficial sister, Ain and we were like a little family where I always bring my current boyfriend/s for them to dis/approve. When I broke-up with my ex Syam, Imran was the one who introduced me to the who-we-not-speak-of-his-name coz Imran said he was different from every other guy that came hanging at his studio (yeah, go figure). I don’t know whether to thank him or the otherwise🙂
Oh yeah, back to the DB story.
Imran and the fellas at the studio noticed the reeking smell on Sunday. But they just thought it came from the clogged toilet or whatever. The smell turned so strong that even if you stand from the front door of the studio, you still can smell it (Ni die yang citer, I tak bau pun :)) Nobody ever smelled a DB before, so nobody really can identify what smell it was. Few days later, Imran got a knock on his studio door, standing in front him was a few police officers with the gloves and cover on their mouth. Truth was, the police got few complaints about the smell and they discover a deadbody behind Imran’s studio! Apparently, (as reiterate by Imran) the back door leads to a small space outside and die memang tau that there was a homeless guy staying there. The homeless guy was well-known throughout T*di for his not-so-betul act and always been a nuisance in the area. I asked Imran:
“So did the police suspected you for the death of that homeless guy since he died at the back of your premise?”
“Well. they kinda did. But luckily I have not opened the back door for at least 3 years now and the sawang dah already naik at the door. So there’s no way that I did it coz I never went back there pun”
I wanted to sambung “Did you do it anyway?” but I know it would sounded too cruel at the moment🙂
There you have it. CSI-ishkan?
Ps: Oh and btw, Imran is the brother of the infamous and oh-so cute Zain Ruffedge, which I never bumped into whenever I went to his house. Hmm..