Rich People's Problem

I am not very much into gossips, but I pity of my landlady (what should I call "tuan rumah yang beri sewa" in English?). If you happen to see yourself forget to switch off the bathroom's light after shower, you'll soon see the house shaken by her angry babbling, frustration, fears of the electricity bill will hike up to the point at which she would die of spending too much money. "Mati tak mak cik kalau hari-hari macam ni?! Mati tak?! Aduih...." she would say almost everytime when this happens. I pity of her so much, because she cannot see with her very own eyes that there are more than ten tenants staying in the house.Why need to get angry when the electricity bill goes to the peak of mount Everest? Every day, after darkness bleached all the light in the sky, she lives in the dark to ensure she would not die in that particular way. She would only switch the lights on when she wants to do something important that needs light. After that, the world turns dark again. I see this as symptoms of being too stingy, hence, her soul isn't as a sound as an old woman of good heart should have.

She loves chatting with me, but I hate it, so much, so true, so deep into my very soul. It is more into a one-way conversation though: she talks endlessly, and I nod while listening like a loyal listener. What makes my hatred grows hands and legs by days gone by is the nasty gossip she would come out with when she speaks with me and I am forced to contribute my part into it. Yes, yes, the guy next door to my room is a divorcee. His ex-wife has a Master's Degree that's why she grows wings feeling herself like an angel but she doesn't know she is actually a beast, a griffon. Oh Monsieur Pok Deng, that Lan guy, errghh... I think he has mental problem, once worked for RISDA, then got fired, then went to Sabah to work for a government office its name I haven't remembered now, then got fired again, then currently just got fired by his boss at nearby Domino Pizza. Hey you know about that Pak Mat guy? He is already fifty three! Should have gone to the mosque all day long if I were him, but now, look at him, he's still working, and his sons at the kampong are doing nothing but the useless rempit stuff! Oh Monsieur Pok Deng, about that Mazlan guy, he's "bodoh je!". He didn't go to university but his children do! Stupid guy breeds smart children! Yada yada yada.

If she dies one day, I hope God saves her soul, even though I don't see that will come true. I have told you that I am not very much into gossips. There are still a lot of things about that old woman that I can list here. But I shall keep that to myself for now. If I do so, there will be nothing that differentiates me and her. May God forgives me.