516. The Final Red Boat

Pocketeers,
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515. TheRedBoat2
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514. TheRedBoat

Having my heart broken with a dream beyond
my hand to ever touch again, I  started to school again,
The bad dream of owing money to Along
is finally over. I am now a new man,
I still kept in touch with the people
who were into boating business.
We still talk over sessions of teh tarik..
Whenever I wanted to fish a bit,
I would call Farid..
and when he is unavailable..
I'd go with other friends
who are still in the business.

One day I got in touch with a guy who
occasionally goes to fish under the
Penang Bridge tru Forum. He dont know me,
to him, I'm just another guy who love to write
crap in the forum. I asked him about the red boat,
have he heard any rumors before..
it was told that the boat  was haunted
but who was the one telling them?

... and his answer shocked me. It was Farid..
It seems like once he was with Farid coming
back from his fishing spot. Farid told him
that people are seeing sirens swimming
right underneath the red boat. Ohh.. is this true?
Farid? the one I call my friend,
the one I thought got my back.

I then got curious and suspicious...
I called back the Along who lend me the money,
acting like I'm somebody else who look for Pocket
which is me. The Along told me that he got no
way of contacting Pocket, the pocket seems to
be changing his handphone too frequent. heheh yes I do!
but a dear friend of the Pocket can lead me to him..
'Lu tanya ini namber haa.. ini orang tau mana
itu jantan tak guna nama pocket tu duduk, lia 
lali dari gua 2 tahun woo!! haiyaaaa!!'
'Itu orang ada nama ka tauke?'
'Ini orang nama haa..aaa Falid! Falid!!'

ehh... ?
Farid was the one who told the 'Along'
about my whereabout? Farid was the one
who spread the haunted story?
No wonder he bought my boat...
I was an opponent to get rid of...
a rival to kill..
ohh..

terasa sedih,
terasa buduh,
hati ni pedih,
hancur luluh,

Berkawan biar seribu,
kerna duit, tinggal selipat.
adik beradik jadi tak sebulu,
lagikan pula Ajnabi sepejabat.

There u go pocketeers,
A story about back stabbers.
Now let me remind u..
that this is a metaphoric story.
(Metaphoric as if i wanna tell my story
but I wanna keep the details off the net.)
There was no 'Along'
There was no siren
and certainly there was no red boat.
(Plus.. I dont fish)

But there was a broken heart,
that now learnt to trust no one no more.
Adehhhh..

Here u go Sis El-Janna...

a back stabber story from your request

here : BackStabbed