The Raid (Part 2)

As the men made their way up the tuition centre, I noticed with amusement that three teachers have quietly escaped through a back door and were now climbing over a fence. One of the them was rather portly, and as he struggled to clear the fence, he became stuck. Instead of helping him, the other two just left him there. I thought it was rather funny and giggled.

Meanwhile, there were some shouts and screams up on the first floor of the tuition centre. Moments later, a dozen primary school students ranging from eight to twelve were led out of the centre. Some of them were crying and sniffling, asking for their mommies. They were made to line up against a wall. Then one of the men called out the children's names one by one.

"Tai Choon Toy!"
"Chang Ching Chong!"
"Huat Yew Min!"
"Abu bin Api!"
"Low See Fun!"
"Lawrence Teoh!"
"Kupukupusamy a/l Ramarama!"
"Dylan Wong!"
"Chow Chee Wai!"
"Dun Wan Lern!"
"Sukasuka Kunjitaro!"
"Balan Singh!"

Out of the blue, I heard the sound of running water. I looked up. It was bright and sunny with nary a rain cloud in sight. There must be some mistake. Then I heard a shout.

"Dylan Wong!!!"

I took a closer look and saw Dylan, this scrawny kid with a PokeMeMan tee shirt, crying. He was so good at crying I almost shed a tear myself while looking at him.

"I WAN MAI MAMMMIIIIII....I WAN MAI MAMMIIIIII......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Oi, apa dia cakap la?! Apa dia mau??"
"Lia kata ah, lia mau lia munya amak oh..."
"Ape??? Dia nak emak???"
"Ehhh #@%$*& betul la budak ni! Kencing lagi pulak!!! Betul-betul #$%@#&* la!!!"

So it turned out that this Dylan Wong was wetting his pants from all the ensuing tension of the raid. The men continued their discussion. Soon, the two men dressed in suits joined them.

"Cam ne skarang?"
"Takde choice, I rasa the best thing is to call his parents..."
"Oke. Check depe punya student record."
"Ya tak ya juga...okay...Dy...lan...Wong...ha! 0167-3425-3425..."

He pulled out a satellite phone and started dialling.

"Ah, hallo...yes, dis is...(er, cam ne nak cakap ya...?)"
"Ish...kata je la, you calling dari Pusat Tuisyen Belajar Banyak..."
"...ah yes, dis is calling from Pusat Tuisyen Belayar Banjak...ah, you punya anak ah...Dylan Wong...dia tak sihat, puan bole datang kemari? Okay...thank you you, see you..."

A minute later, a woman who was presumably Dylan's mother, arrived at the centre. When she saw that her son was crying while standing in a pool of urine, she practically flipped.

"APA YOU BUAT DINGAN ANAK SAYA AH???"
"Er puan, kami..."
"APA KAMI KAMI??? LU TENGOK DIA MANYAK TAKUT SAMA YOU..."

He tried to explain further, but before he could get a word in, she gave him a tight slap across the face.

"SAYA BRITAU YOU AH, YOU JANGAN INGAT YOU BESAR, WA REPORT POLIS NANTI LU TAU!!!"
"Tapi..."

She ignored him and promptly dragged Dylan away. As they walked away, I thought I saw something brown trickling down the poor boy's legs. Seeing this made me want to visit the toilet, so I quickly made my exit and continued my journey home.