It was just another it tapau lunch break. I found a new stall yesterday and had a good lunch. Next I planned to enjoy the quiet calmness of the empty office to finish my Picoult book. But before that I remembered I had brought a box of leftover biscuits from home so I began to replenish my biscuit container at the office. So there I was, merrily filling the container, taking out several pieces of the biscuits at a time and topping up my little plastic container.
Then something caught my eye…at first glance it was of the same color, light brown but it wasn’t round in shape as those biscuits were. And it had these little black dots, which looked like eyes?????? Oh Sh**……..it was a cicak!! This cicak must have made the biscuit box its home for the last few days – yea yea, I didn’t use one of those plastic ikea clippers on the foil – and it must have “traveled” with me from home to the office.
Eeeuuuuuuwwww…..
I ran and screamed my head off, but then I realized I was alone in the entire office. Dang, where is everyone?? Frantic I called my son, hubby out of town you see, no sense bothering the man when he was probably at a meeting so next default in line was my first born. My hands shaking I dialed his number, “Shafique…….i almost died of a heart attackkkkkkk. Whatt??? Ma, what’s wrong, is it abah? Nooooo, it’s meeeee….i saw a cicak, it was in the biscuit box I brought from home…At that point I could tell he thought his mother had gone quite mad, but hey I was not kidding – I was petrified…geli to the max okayyyyyyy..
Later, I finally got somebody to ensure me it was gone. She crawled under my desk, flashed her mobile phone light but the cicak was on the loose. Great…now what, I had a long skirt on yesterday. I made the poor girl who helped me locate the damn lizard look again, and again – Takde kak, dah takde daaaahhhh…
Oh man, I then gingerly stepped back to my seat, Picoult session entah ke mana. I spent the rest of my day looking at my feet, behind me, at my desk, basically I was quite paranoid. I hate them, I could scream if I see one in the toilet ceiling. And here we’re talking about one that landed on my desk, just inches away from my face….!!!!! Inches, can you even imagine how terrifying that was??
I prayed hard that I did not dream of cicak last nite. Thankfully, I didn’t. But now I can’t get the image of that cicak that got out of the box…I feel squeamish, and the episode still gives me goosebumps. And I will probably stay away from those biscuits for awhile. Mannn….i love those biscuits…damn you cicak..
