Adam's Eye : Chapter Three

After paying the cab driver good amount of cash , Adam dig into his pocket for the house keys. After unlocking the front door, Adam went back to his luggage which he had place on the grass patch. He seems to be struggling with them uncertain which one to bring in first. Zaharah still holding on to her precious sarong bundle walk over to Adam and without saying any words she help him carry one of his luggage. Adam gave that wondering look again then without hesitation he carried the rest of his things into the house. As Zaharah stepped in, she was amazed about the size of the house. Even though part of the wall are made of wood and stone the size of the house is quite big. The roof is made of partial wood and metal zinc. There were three rooms altogether and the kitchen was build further end from the living room. It seems a family used to live in the house before because there seems to be furniture which has obviously been used. The previous owner had left a rattan living room set with a three doors two feet in height rattan cabinet where a radio set was left on it together with an old flower vase which looks like it really needs to be wipe. Adam walk further into one of the room and place all his luggage on the wooden floor. Zaharah followed from behind and place one of Adam’s luggage together with the rest.

“I guess this shall be our room. So what do you think?” asked Adam. He looks so excited just like a child who just received a candy.
“It’s up to you.” answered Zaharah in such a cold tone. She felt irritated with Adam’s gesture. It seems that everything he says and what ever he does she felt like a thorn in her skin. She seems to detest him but she was so unsure why she felt this way. So far Adam was just trying being nice to her but she just can’t accept him to be part of her life yet.


Zaharah scan the room. It had and old queen size bed together with two doors cupboard and a small side table with an old lamp place on it. An old mirror was found hanging on one side of the wall.
“Maybe you can place that on the bed?” asked Adam pointing the sarong bundle which Zaharah had held so tightly on her chest. Zaharah ignored him still carrying the bundle and leave the room walking cautiously towards the kitchen. She place her sarong bundle on the dining table while looking around the kitchen area.

“Good. There’s a nice cooking stove and a small sink in this kitchen.” Zaharah thought.
She smiled to herself for a moment when suddenly she heard a loud shriek came from the bedroom. Without hesitation Zaharah dashed towards the room and saw Adam was on the floor holding on to his leg. Then Zaharah saw a centipede crawling on the floor. Zaharah look frantically for something to hit it. She saw an old bundle of newspaper and grab some of it and began banging on to the insert until it became lifeless. After she felt sure the centipede is dead she quickly walk towards Adam and look to his injured leg. It looks that it has been stung by that centipede. Adam looked so much in pain by now. Zaharah ran back towards the kitchen and bring her sarong bundle in. She looks into the kitchen cabinet if there’s some old vinegar left. There were some unused sauce but she does not need those. She search for the vinegar high and low. She was breathing heavily now cause she felt worried for Adam. She tries not to have any feelings for him but now it seems she has to put her ego side away . Lucky enough she saw an old vinegar in a small glass bottle which was chuck so further in the cabinet. She grab it and ran back to the room. She unfold her sarong bundle and grab one of her old sarong and began tearing it into long strip. She looked at Adam and she knew he was in shocked cause he was sweating and he looked panic. Zaharah unscrew the vinegar bottle and began pouring the liquid onto Adam’s right feet which has the punctured mark. Next Zaharah began bandaging Adam’s feet with her old sarong. Until she felt sure her it was already secured she helped Adam onto the bed to lay him down. Adam looked at Zaharah like a loss puppy. He was confused by Zaharah’s gentle gesture when at first he could tell how much Zaharah hated to be near him.

“You should rest now.” Zaharah said even though no eye contact was given towards Adam.

Adam's Eye : Chapter Two

"Are sure this is the place?" Zaharah who was lost in her 'nightmare' jerk in shocking moment as Adam suddenly breaks the silence by asking the cab driver.

"100 % sir....this is the place...Jalan Kempas...house 25." answered the cab driver while reversing his old cab into the front yard.

As they all step out from the vehicle, Zaharah was still in a dazed, "Is this real...me on my own now with my very unknown husband living in this house." Zaharah took a glimpes at Adam. He was tall and his skin was tanned. His eyes were big but she was so unsure while Adam likes to frown making his eyes look small and he always give this wondering stare to things which interest him like their new home roof top. He looks as though he is inspecting if they were any holes on the roof. Adam suddenly caught Zaharah's doey eyes staring at his. Zaharah quickly look away pretend to wipe the road dust off her face. Adam went behide the bonnet to get the luggage out. Zaharah crept slowly towards him to help him with the luggage. Zaharah saw Adam had three huge luggage and 2 large cases. Zaharah got few clothes with her which her aunt Siti had pack for her..all bundle up in an old faded sarong batek.

"Is this all you've got?" asked Adam with his eyes wide open.His fringe falls nicely touching his brow. Zaharah grab her sarong bundle from Adam's hand. She felt small...inferior cause she knew Adam came from a well to do family whereas she's just from the slump. Deep in her heart she knew she can't blame him for asking her such question.

Adam's Eye : Chapter One

The road was unstable throughout the journey. It took almost eight hours to reach their destination. Zaharah was uncertain about her life. Will she be able to find her everlasting joy which she has been hoping for or will things just get worst after she left her hometown to be with him. Zaharah barely knew him ,Adam cause it was a fix wedding by Adam’s parent and her aunt. It was Adam’s decision to move town to build their new lives elsewhere away from everyone.

Zaharah was clenching and holding her palms together while looking out at the window. She knew now that she was far far away from her home. She feels abit of sadness from part of her heart but at the same time she feels kind of relieve cause she knew the longer she stay with her aunt more worst things might came upon her. She was thinking to herself will Adam be her saviour or will he drag her down and treat her like a garbage like the rest of her foster family had treated her.

She remembers on the day when she was to be married to Adam she was not aware about it. Zaharah was cleaning the chicken coup when suddenly she felt her hair was violently tugged by someone.
"Oh that hurts...please stopped,"Zaharah plead.She look and it was her aunty Siti.
"Shut up, you really good for nothing, always brings bad luck to this family."Siti wailing widening her eyes as she drags and pull Zaharah. Then she push Zaharah into the bathroom and force her to bath. Zaharah was still in shocked and confused about what was happening ...why did her aunt force her to bath out of sudden....!
"Hurry up....or I shall smash your head with this !" Siti yelled while holding a broomstick threatening Zaharah with it.
While Zaharah was removing her clothes, without mercy Siti pour the icy cold water on Zaharah's body...Zaharah could only choke back her tears cause she was afraid if she scream she will be hit. After the toment was over....Siti drags Zaharah back to her room....!



To be continue.....!

Im So New In This...............!

My mind is kinda of empty at this moment,maybe because im excited as this is my very first blog...!Well most of my friends they have their own blogs and i enjoyed checking out on theirs..they even encouraged me to start my own.


Its a good process actually cause by typing you can just express your views,feelings....just go with the flow..!To be honest I always dream to be a writer cause i love to write...!Eversince i was a kid...(this is my secret yah)before I dozed off into the dreamland.....while lying on my pillow..I love to imagine...making out stories and tales...and will promise myself that I shall write something about it once Im awake.....but it never happens!Either Im being lazy or the mood is just not there anymore....!


Thank God...now I have my very own blog so I guess this shall be my perfect place to start my writting...!