To capture the soul

June 24 – Took us 40 minutes to reach Seremban town from the grave yard. I just passed the Standard Chartered Bank and stopped at the lights.

Asleep at the wheel

3.30 p.m. – Did not realized how tired I was until I fell asleep at the wheel while waiting for the lights. The hooting of the car behind me, woke me up and for a moment, I didn’t know where I was. I regained my composure and drove back to the Temiang house.

Twilight Zone

6.45 p.m. – Left Seremban to go back to our Bukit Jalil home to sleep. May took over the driving chore and we proceed to the North South Highway in twilight and raining conditions. We took the old familiar road which we have traveled countless times and May took the turn into the highway to head for Kuala Lumpur. I was fully aware of the turn and did not spot any wrong turn.

After 5 minutes on the highway, both of us noticed that the signs boards were showing Melaka and Johor Baru. We were both extremely puzzled and asked each other what’s happening. We passed the Port Dickson interchange which confirmed that we were headed the wrong direction. We were speechless!

I remember telling May, “Okay, let’s take it easy and just turn around.” May did just that at the Senawang Interchange and we were both quiet as we resumed our journey. The silence resumed until we passed the Seremban Interchange which confirmed that we were heading the correct direction. We were noticeably relieved and we started talking again. We were both quite sure that we took the correct turn. It was an utterly freaky experience like something out of Twilight Zone.

8.00 p.m. – We arrived in Bukit Jalil without further incidents but we were still visibly shaken by the experience.

Dead Tired

June  25

6.00 a.m. – Never felt this tired since working at the log ward for two days at Mieco Chipboard. We had to (or rather I had to and May could actually rest but she was with me all the way, reminds me of Tammy Wymnette) return to Seremban to fetch the monk to Mentakab to do a ceremony cleanse the house there and supposedly bring back my mother’s soul to Seremban. Also needed to check out on Wiwy at the Temerloh Hospital.

Thank you Mrs. Lee

I am eternally grateful for the neighbour, Mrs. Lee who has been visiting Wiwy daily and had reported that she is okay. It is strange that the least interfering and unassuming neighbour is the one that stepped forward in times of need. It proves my belief that the ultra friendly and gossipy people are the worst kind. They are always at the fringe trying to gather juicy information like hungry stray dogs pilfering through rubbish but will be the first to run at the first signs of trouble.

Without Mrs. Lee’s help, I really don’t know what to do with Wiwy. I am not sure whether I could rely on help from my work colleagues? Sometimes there could be some who wants help but then life interferes in the form of spouses and family.

Story of a monk

7.30 a.m. – It was a long, long drive from Seremban to Mentakab, going though Titi Klawang, Simpang Pertang, Mengkarak and Triang. We had a long social chat with the lady monk. She was born in Lukut, Port Dickson and since her family was poor, they gave her up to a monastery. She grew up with the monks and when she was eighteen, she was free to do what she wanted. She even returned to her original family then but she just could not adjust to the material world. It was too chaotic for her. There was no peace. So she decided to return to the monastery and became a full time monk.

Rich monks

We were quite impressed that they regularly taken in abandoned little girls and raise them until the girls are independent. In fact, there are quite a number of girls who returned to lead a normal life when they reach adulthood. As a matter of fact, they encouraged the girls to study as much as possible and one of their girls was sent to France to further her studies. This was an eye opener.

As we drove, we found out that the monks actually owned several houses and they are hiring young apprentice monks from China to help them in their work.

10.30 a.m – After all that rambling, we finally arrived in Mentakab.

Capturing the soul

The monk immediately went about her work by placing a jar of rice for the joss sticks and placed it at the foot of the bed where my mother passed on. The monk then started her prayers and we were told to lit up joss sticks as well. With a bunch of flowers dipped in water, she began sprinkling water all over the house in a cleansing manner. After all the chanting and cleansing, the monk then opened up an umbrella at the bed, prayed and closed it.

She then declared that my mother’s soul is inside the umbrella. I have been watching such actions in Hong Kong movies especially in the Happy Ghost series but this is the first time I see it being actually practiced. I was then told to bring it back to Seremban and open the umbrella over the altar set up there for my mother.

Last but not least, I was told to hang a piece of red cloth over the main gate.

12.00 noon – We took the monk for a vegetarian lunch and then arranged for a taxi to send her to back to Seremban. We still had to take care of the Wiwy matters.

What happened to her? Why did she overdosed?

To be contiued in – My Overdosed Maid

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2 Responses to To capture the soul

  1. Pingback: The Funeral « Roaring Forties

  2. shorthorse says:

    ….no need for thanks! … you needed a co-driver….that was the least I could do given the circumstances!!

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