An Innocent Man

I was angry that I was being pressed to admit to something that I would never do in any circumstances.

'Just say it'

'You did it, who else could it be' Even then my rudemantary grammar told me that 'could' is a signal for probability not certainty but they were like vultures humming hideously to a yet living but carcass like young 18 year old.

'You're just hiding behind your religious face'.
Admiting that I pray 5 times a day but having a religious face? That was a first and it was enough for me to muster a simple 'fuck you all' statement albeit in a tone nowhere near how it would have sounded in US, Europe or ceratin parts of Pakistan and Latvia.

Then, out of the bluest blu came a statment with almost no conviction at all.

'Bukan dia la' (It's not him).

'Budak kolej 9' (A boy from the Ninth college)

'Dia pun putih jugak, TESL jugak' (He is also fair and a TESL student)


My saviour, the maintenance supervisor.

I was suddenly freed from all the accusations. They all said in a not really apolegetic tone that they were mistaken.

Mistaken, O boy, they were mistaken in pushing me around like a rag doll made out non-smelly crap.

Revenge will come. I will get all of them if it is the last thing I do on earth.

'Boo' (the shorter version of my nickname), a frind shouted. 'Let's go man, 'touch rugby'.'

'OK' I shouted and all the venom left and revenge was purged out in less than 3 second. I was simply not the man to be angry when there's an obvious joy to be achived by fooling someone with my fancy footwork at touch rugby.

An innocent man at touch rugby.