it's unfortunate that we live in a country where i'm scared to step out of my own house. actually, even being home doesn't feel very safe. my paranoia has reached tahap maksima ever since mama got robbed right in front of our house a few weeks back.
this was mama's recollection of the event.
so one Sunday, mama wanted to go to the market at about 730am. she left the house and as she was waiting for the gate to close, a black car drove right up to her and parked in front of her. thinking it was our neighbour, she reversed her car but the black car moved forward. the next thing she knew, an indian man came towards her window and smashed it with this mini axe looking thing. at that point mama tried to reverse her car again. seeing this, he off'ed the engine and broke the car key. he then tried to unlock the door but mama was quick to lock it back. he then grabbed her bag and out of reflex, she snatched it back and threw it across to the passenger seat. she then started to honk the car and shouted "help! help!". mama thinks the guy's intention wasn't to hurt cause he just kept saying jangan, jangan. all the while mama couldn't take her eyes off the axe. and while that was going on, the other guy in the car got down and came over to help. at this time my dad woke up and he went to the window, when he saw what happened, he just shouted OI! but by that time they already grabbed mama's bag and ran back to the car and left.
checking the cctv cameras, everything happened in about a minute plus. that's how fast they were! mama didn't even manage to see what car it was except that it was black.
so, now everytime i leave my house, i'm super, super paranoid. the other day, i saw a car parked outside and totally freaked out and refused to leave the house.
sadly, there's nothing much the police are doing. now, they will ronda around the area once a day in the morning.
ah well, such is life.