Selimut story

I was told that I am a cold hearted person when I sleep. I would shove whoever it is or whatever it is on me, cover my self with the comforter from toe till neck and turn away.


Hmm.


Perhaps when I sleep, I love my own company. I love to curl up in a corner and go skipping in my on lala dreams [if its lala lah kan]


It is an unconscious action, same goes to the covering from toe to neck part. I even do that during hot day although the comforter might ended on the floor later.


Why? Because..because I used to be seorang yang penakut.


When I was small, my brother and I would sometimes stay with my late atuk [on dad's side] during school holidays. That would spell f.u.n since we have lots of uncles and aunts staying there and being the two only anak buah surely had it perks.


Kami adalah disayangi.
Dan juga disakati.


One of our favourite past time is cerita-cerita hantu before going to sleep at night. My late atuk's house was a bit isolated from the other hence makes it a bit seram at night. Plus, you know the suasana kampong, with only cengkerik sound could be heard make it harder for a small kid like me. No usual noises to sooth up a child's fear. Oh, but I love the smell of that place at night. Sungguh nyaman.


Let me remind you that one of the most cerita hantu that really scare me the most was 'toyol' where there was a scene with "bachokk..bachok.. diamana kau bachokk" [suara amran kenit] in it. That was a shitty scary movie besides nor kumala sari beranak ikut mulut of course.


So one night after watching that movie, we wanted to go to sleep. While me and my brother lay down on the bed. My youngest aunty , mak ella switched off the light and dengan tiba-tiba berlari-lari tarik selimut sampai aku tak dapat lansung and said


"Habisla siapa tak dapat selimut, nanti toyol isap ibu jari kaki"


Tipu, I said. But she said they were some cases reported in the kampong where the toyol had been seen sucking someone's toe thumb because it was hungry since the master did not feed him darah. Until there were no more blood left and she died.


I can not tell you how scared I was.
But one thing for sure after that night, I never sleep without selimut even if it was just a short nap during the day.


I am not that scared of toyol anymore [please ok, don't let bachok come to my lala land] but the selimut thingy had become a habit that I can not ignore.


And now everytime I try to be brave and don't use the selimut, instead of feeling scared, I will feel guilty.


Stupid, yes but I don't know why.