♔ Music is Life

“We now call it as the night thief. You never know when he will attack.”

My passion at that time was using the internet. I relaxed myself at the armchair that I’m sitting in. I laid up my feet into my sit to comfort myself. Then I heard my dog barked, the bark that she used when she saw a strange, not known person.

I heard plates clashing, dangling and moving. It’s just my grandmother making some midnight coffee, I thought. But I was wrong. I tilted myself to look what’s going on and I didn’t expect what I saw. I saw a very strange man wearing a blue jacket, preferably used during heavy rains, and stands like 5’2. He put his finger into his mouth, that is in his dark face with very round eyes. He threw his hand into the chair where my dad’s cellphone sits.

I emitted a stentorian voice to let my parents know that something rude was happening. The reprobate ran down the stairs, panicking. I pursued him, with my doubtful feet, doubtful if it will still ran to chase the reprobate. I stopped at the landing of our stairs heading to the 3rd floor. I saw him disappeared gradually in our 2nd floor terrace.

I can’t believe some would have the confidence to plunge himself inside a strange house and still has a confidence to go upstairs with a dog that has a bark like a rataplan sounds of a drum.