The wind blows finely across the faces of the natives of Ipoh, an industrial city located in the state of Perak of the Malay Federated States. It is of the month of November in the year of 1933 where there lives one fine young gentleman of a Malay-Chinese descent with Ghaafar Lee as his given birth name. He, whose both his paternal and maternal lineage originated from Teluk Anson down south from the location he resides in now.
Shall he be thought of as a lucky man at the English Institution, the place he studied in during his teen years which is wished by many families to achieve for. Only the finest out of the finest ones are able to study in such an elite place. This said institution was where the finest men out of all were born or a better word to explain for, were bred from. Thus, the place where Lee was also molded into the fine gentleman he is now.
Dare to care, Ghaafar Lee might have left the school with a barbaric heart, motivated, seeking for opportunities wherever there is. Although not a norm to start with, he left hometown seeking a new place, new timeline and new chapter in his life journey as an early adult after breaking through a not very harsh-period of school. Apprised and granted assent, he left and fled north of which he first stopped in Ipoh which he stopped right till this moment, fell in love with the scenery, the people and the atmosphere of the city yet not a busy place to even start with.
Watson Ltd., the enormous-little-rusty-sign board shows by the upfront of a storey building in the middle of the town of Ipoh. Currently hiring a man who graduated from an English School and is able to do administrative work. The perfect suit for this young man who had just arrived in Ipoh. A fortune of which he hoped and seeked for then rolled right in front of him. A timber mining company owned by an Englishman, he assumed. Without hesitation and thoughts shall he then send himself in to apply for the position with not just decent but the utmost confidence that a man can ever portray.
"Clyde Watson," informed while being offered the right hand for a firm handshake the then-stranger shortly upon starting the simple interview session with the just-arrived Ghaafar Lee.
"Ghaafar Lee, Mr. Watson..." Introducing himself thus just started the beginning of the greatest friendship in the timeline of humankind, they both said.
Here at the Watson Ltd. was where Lee gets to know a person of whom worked as a fine colleague of his.
"I'm Ismail Wallace," an introduction on the first day of work. Little did Lee know that this man right here would have become a great companion of his.
Lee, Watson and Wallace then created a bond that seems unbreakable. A bond that any man would never think of being broken by anything, unbreakable even by an inch to be precisely elaborated. Preferably said, the three musketeers of Malaya, words to describe the relationship amongst the three. Thy the end of the world arrives, do not they break apart, that was the vow honoured.
***
"Jolly great! A big catch I got here, lads!" An enormous creature was caught by the hand-made rod of Watson of which he got really excited as this is his first ever catch in the entire span of them going out fishing together.
"What in this sorcery world-," Ismail Wallace frustrated. Watson must have hooked his and Lee's luck today as they both had as well failed to get anything.
"There is no way Watson's getting anything, there must have been some black magic happening around here, you better tell me Watson," Ghaafar Lee mumbles, also frustrated although not as much as Ismail Wallace.
Fishing is one way of having entertainment for the three lads. For many of their ages, they would have spent time gambling or partying or anything that might sound entertaining. Fortunately, by god's blessings, not within their thoughts of having to spend time in such activities. By them, the seven deadly sins are not entertaining nor enjoyable thus shall they praise the almighty for such a blessing from heaven, would preferably be said.
"Don't you think we should do something else, do you?" Asked Ghaafar Lee getting bored of fishing trying to find a new activity to be tried out.
"I have a bloody decent idea!" Ismail Wallace raises his right eyebrow.
***
LEE KWAN JEWELRIES,
"HANDS UP! THIS IS A BLOODY ROBBERY!"
A machete pointed right onto the face of the keeper. There is no way that a man can sustain such a threat, a life-threatening threat. Who else in their right mind would
have wanted to resist such an assault especially when life is at stake and one is already one step left before entering the afterlife. Thus, the keeper complies and has both his hands up as a sign of which he has now surrendered and will do as instructed. He has his mouth shut, zipped with not even a single word said.
Just right with the chaos happening, a button which is wired-connected to the bell is reached upon, slowly crawling moving his right index finger. The bell then is rang by him, alerted the town in the radius of not less than 500 yards from the store of which then led to the alert of the police of whom arrived just not long after, Being held apprehended, Ghaafar Lee, Clyde Watson and Ismail Wallace.
"You god damn idiotic maniac," Ghaafar Lee angered. This was all a plan of Ismail Wallace to make such a prank, What makes it even stupid is the fact that they were held apprehended by the authority because of the so-said prank.
"It was just an idea, mate. Execution of it was done by us all! " Ismail Wallace trying to defend himself as the idea was agreed upon by them all. He was only suggesting an idea, executed by them all when a mutual agreement was dealt with.
"Calm down, lads. Stop this nonsense bickering. It has happened anyway, no point in trying to put the blame on each other," Clyde Watson escalated the situation down so no further argument will be made. "Don't worry, I will try to contact my father to bail us out. It is then within their own gratefulness that Clyde Watson's father, Mr. Harry Watson helped by bailing them out of custody.
***
IPOH TOWN PUB HOUSE,
To kind of celebrate their release from police custody, and on the recommendation of Ismail Wallace, again, they all go to a bar house in the middle of the town of Ipoh. Arriving at midnight, once again, an unfortunate moment jumped upon them. A gang brawl is happening when they arrive at the bar of which the police arrived just a split second later ending them up, again under police custody.
"You bloody faggot, Wallace!" Ghaafar Lee can no longer hold his patience, just lucky that Clyde Watson is there to stop him from landing his knuckles right onto the nice flawless cheek of Ismail Wallace.
"How is this my fault, mate?!" Ismail Wallace confused and madly angry. In such a situation, even the toughest out of the toughest, a man with the heart of steel could be mentally challenged and tested.
"Calm down, lads! AGAIN, there's no point in fighting!" Clyde Watson, again stopping them from furthering the arguments. "We were not involved, no need for us to worry," Clyde Watson tried to calm the situation and ease the worry of his two great friends.
The police had received the statements of all the people apprehended at the bar by dawn. Hours of sitting, waiting, it is finally over. They are all then released after being found that they were nowhere near to being involved in the gang brawl that happened at the bar. What a relief it is for them.
"Another bad luck with the lads." Ghaafar Lee mumbles to himself, lying on his bed resting after a very tiring span of a few bad days.
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Trust Me, Okay?
Historical Fiction"Trust me, okay?" He asks her, supposedly in a reversed psychological manner. No emotion was expressed on either person's face, just blank expressions of emotion portrayal. Ghaafar Lee, a young man with no purpose in life living a boring day to day...
