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Disturbing, saw FRU brutality up close, Shields crashing,batons swinging. Not a riot! Idiots! Got video.
After, I was pulled aside. A guy said SB want to chat. I followed, keeping in the crowd, anxiety attack, forgot to ask for his authority card.
Waved to Rahim, he was busy talking. Alone in the sea of people. The guy smiled, "Tak ada apa-apa, nak cakap aje".
Putting on macho calm, walked into a den of six SBs, immediately ringing me. The officer in charge, a not unattractive Pn Bibi.
They asked who I was, wanted my IC. I pointed to my media tag, gave them my IC, "dari Malaysiakini."
I waited, uncomfortable, they put on a show noting my particulars, an Indian cop checking via radio loudly. If my IC on some 'list'?
Honestly perturbed, getting annoyed, pulled aside while at the Sirap counter. Thirsty as hell. Simply want to drink.
Circus went on, they tore a piece of paper, record my details. Much annoyed, told them, "Hari tu dah rekod semua kat SB Bukit Aman."
"Dah pergi jumpa? Mereka panggil cakap?" asked Pn Bibi.
"Ya, kat bangunan tinggi yang kat pintu belakang tu," I said.
Bored, annoyed, I interrogated the first guy, "Dari mana? IPD? Brickfields? Dang Wangi?"
"IPK" he answered.
"Ohh... ni semau pasai apa ha?" I asked again.
He smiled, "masalah pasal alat speaker."
"Tak ada apa-apa." said the SB with the radio. My IC returned, they melted into the crowd. Looked at the guy who pulled me aside, smiled, shook his hand.
Turned around heart pumping, relieved, macho shield up, nonchalantly sauntered to Sirap counter, slurped down six, seven, cups of Sirap.
After, I was pulled aside. A guy said SB want to chat. I followed, keeping in the crowd, anxiety attack, forgot to ask for his authority card.
Waved to Rahim, he was busy talking. Alone in the sea of people. The guy smiled, "Tak ada apa-apa, nak cakap aje".
Putting on macho calm, walked into a den of six SBs, immediately ringing me. The officer in charge, a not unattractive Pn Bibi.
They asked who I was, wanted my IC. I pointed to my media tag, gave them my IC, "dari Malaysiakini."
I waited, uncomfortable, they put on a show noting my particulars, an Indian cop checking via radio loudly. If my IC on some 'list'?
Honestly perturbed, getting annoyed, pulled aside while at the Sirap counter. Thirsty as hell. Simply want to drink.
Circus went on, they tore a piece of paper, record my details. Much annoyed, told them, "Hari tu dah rekod semua kat SB Bukit Aman."
"Dah pergi jumpa? Mereka panggil cakap?" asked Pn Bibi.
"Ya, kat bangunan tinggi yang kat pintu belakang tu," I said.
Bored, annoyed, I interrogated the first guy, "Dari mana? IPD? Brickfields? Dang Wangi?"
"IPK" he answered.
"Ohh... ni semau pasai apa ha?" I asked again.
He smiled, "masalah pasal alat speaker."
"Tak ada apa-apa." said the SB with the radio. My IC returned, they melted into the crowd. Looked at the guy who pulled me aside, smiled, shook his hand.
Turned around heart pumping, relieved, macho shield up, nonchalantly sauntered to Sirap counter, slurped down six, seven, cups of Sirap.
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