This is a story happen last Monday, after the Hari Raya Korban Eve. For your information, before this, i only had the experience of having my own room once. But now and onwards, i got my own room (i feel that being an intern give me many things new including new room. Hehe). My room is located at the end of the house, or to be more precise beside the kitchen (like a maid’s room but converted into my room). There is one mistake i do the night before i sleep. I drank 2 cups of pure coffee from Brazil.

As we know, coffee can make us awake at night. For a Nescafe, the effect is less than the pure coffee. As a result, i can’t sleep well that night but i need to sleep to go work tomorrow (i forgot to tell that i get internship placement at Johnson & Johnson). At 4 o’clock in the morning, i still can’t sleep soundly. Only my eyes are close tight but i can’t make myself go to sleep at all. Suddenly, i hear a sound of someone spraying ridsect at the kitchen. I thought it might be one of my families who spotted a cockroach in the kitchen. But soon after, i hear someone throwing a pot. Not one pot, but several pots.

i was so curious to know who cause the noise at this time of our. But at the same time, i do feel like not coming out from my room. I brave myself and peek through the windows. There is so many thing can happen that night. I thought of someone robbing my house and someone is fighting or struggle with him. After i had gathered enough strength and bravery, i peek. To my surprise, it was nobody else than my older brother. He was holding a ridsec and a sweeping broom. He saw me and gives me a signal to come and help. I feel relief and come put to see what he’s doing.

As i come out from the room and enter the kitchen, i get surprised. The kitchen is in total mess. The pots is scattered around here and there and there is an onion on the floor (my mom put her cooking ingredient in a basket. It happens that the basket is pushed around here and there and one or two onion spill out from the basket). The i ask him what he’s doing. As expected, he’s catching a Rattatoile.

Yes, a Rattatoile like rat is running around in the kitchen. He was in his room back then and suddenly, the rat comes out happily around him. Before this, my sister had told me that he saw a rat in the kitchen but i never saw any so i ignore it. Since my brother had spotted it tonight, this is the night it leaves our home. At first, we cornered it at one side of the kitchen. We block its path and give it only a small area to run away and easier for us to knock it dead. But when it comes out, both of us scream like a little girl and none of us are smashing our broom (i was holding a stick broom while my brother holds the sweeping broom). But the problem with our equipment is that both of it is too soft to kill.

After several screaming, smashing, (along the way, my sister in law come to see what happen in the kitchen. She thought both of us are having the brutalest (is this word even exist? Haha) fight among ourselves) and tumbling around the thing in the kitchen, it come out and i change my side of the broom to its handle and smash the rat as hard as i could (or more like bam bam in flinstone). The rat is almost dead with only 5% life left. Both of us were happy and excited like we won a telematch when we’re kids. We hi5 and feel satisfied. My bro then take the rat to finish it outside while i clean myself and went back to bed. It was fun killing a rat with my bro even though i had a bad dream in the next sleep and late for work. But it was worth it. No more Rattatoile in the house to scare my family. Hehe.