I didn’t
see that dream last night, the dream that I used to dream so often. The dream
was rarely the same, but it always went the same way. Two boys playing
badminton, the smaller one trying hopelessly to beat the bigger and faster boy,
or the same two boys handing their report cards to their parents, the bigger
one always had more praise and many, many others. The worst one was when the
two boys were talking to a girl, a most beautiful girl. The girl smiled
radiantly at both, but walked together with only one, the bigger boy. But her
heart was broken by him. The younger boy tried to console her, but she cried
and left and went far away. Terrible and sad dreams but not anymore, I thought
to myself and smiled.
I jumped gleefully to my feet and headed
to the bathroom for my morning rituals. I bathed, brushed my teeth and got
dressed; I haven’t felt this good in years. From beginning to end my plan was pitched
perfect. I managed to convince everyone to come to this forsaken island resort
during the monsoon season. Separating Liza from the group was easy; she thought
she was so good at hiding her obvious smoking habit. I knew she had to take a
smoke sooner or later. Getting the ring from Upin was even easier, that idiot
can sleep through a carpet bombing. And now, finally it has all bared fruit;
Upin is locked up and that high and mighty detective with the tacky red jacket
felled for everything.
After
dressing myself, I put my trusty switchblade in my jeans pocket and decided to
take a walk and enjoy the morning air. It was still raining, but instead of the
heavy downpour of yesterday it was a thick misty rain. I strolled casually to
the main lobby and stood at the veranda breathing in the fresh air and watching
the misty curtain of rain cover everything. “Mr Ipin, I need to talk to you,” it
was that red woman’s voice.
I turned
around and to my surprise Sofia was with her. The detective was carrying a
large green coconut under her arm. My heart skipped a beat. No it can’t be it’s just a coincidence I
thought to myself. “How can I help you, Cik?”
I answered as nonchalant as I can.
“I was
looking for someone to crack upon this coconut and Sofia says that you’re
really good at it,” she said with a big satisfied grin. This can’t be happening! My plan was perfect, I thought to myself.
I don’t understand, if you want to crack it, I’m sure you can find a parang in the kitchen,” I feigned
ignorance as best as I could
“A parang? Sofia says you like to use a big
stick to crack coconuts,” she answered.
“It’s over,”
Sofia interjected. “I saw you kill Liza, you hit her again and again. You
murderer!” she persisted as tears streamed down her face.
“You saw?! Why
couldn’t you keep your big mouth shut, you bitch!”
I slid my
hand into my pocket and grabbed my switchblade. If I’m going down I’ll take
that traitor with me. The blade gleamed as I flipped it open. Sofia screamed as
I lunged, but a round, green coconut came flying at my face and I was knocked hard
on my back covered in coconut water. Dazed, I saw the broken coconut on my
chest and felt hands grabbing me and the heard the sound of handcuffs. I was
pulled unsteadily to my feet, I could hear the detective saying “And that” she smiled
“is how you crack a coconut.”
ELIZA
MARIA BENJAMINE A129321
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