To my surprise, he chuckles, “It certainly is.” Richard agreed with me, “But if you have some extra money, you can purchase a house on the 6th floor with installment, the down payment is S$1,500, and for the rest you can pay 120 each month for 20 months. The interest rate is very tolerable, how does it sound?”
I give myself a moment to think, I think I get the point, the 2nd floor must be a hectic place with no privacy, everyone are lump in a same room and sleep anywhere possible. I can go there if I don’t have much cash with me, but since I have this much cash, I am too afraid to let myself sleep there. But renting a room on the 6th floor is going to be crazy money draining.
What should I do, should I rent a room on the 6th floor? That’s just so expensive. This is frustrating.
“Can I take a look at the 2nd floor first before I decided?” I asked,
“Of course. Feel free to come back anytime.” He stands up and gives me another handshake while thanking me for the visit.
“May I ask what time is it now and what time are you closing?” I asked.
“Let me check, …” He check his computer, “Its 2.19 am. And we are 24 hours here, whether it’s the property, exchange or loaning are 24 hours on their service, please rest assure.” He shows me his dazzling smiles once more before I leave him to serve the other customers.
I surely need a watch, or something that could let me know what time this world currently is, I go down to the 4th floor, my eyes are unable to part with such a pleasant view everytime I use the stairs, the view are mesmerizing. But the staircases are decreasing lots from the 7th floor, the ceiling are getting lower and lower. The 4th floor is different from the other floor I have gone through so far, it is dirtier? The beautiful granite I step on before are now replace with common ceramic floor, and its certainly not cold nor glowing. The lightning are also much dimmer, but sure its still bright.
School and hospital to the left, market to the right
Ah, so this is for school, hospital and market, I don’t feel like taking a stroll on this floor, so I go down to the floor below, and found that the 3rd floor is full of restaurants or more like it’s a huge food court.
But I don’t have time for food, I’m not even hungry, not like I need to eat a lot of food. The floor is a bit sticky here, I dislike it but not like I could complain, it’s a food court.
From what I saw, the securities place on each floor are also different, the 7th, 6th and 5th were heavily guarded, the 4th and the 3rd were not and now that I reached the 2nd floor I could see there are lots of guards, but the guards only standby near the entrance and the exit which means only around the stairs.
This place is indeed crazy populated, the lights are dim, the floor is very dirty and sticky to the point I hate to take step another steps in there. The walls are not clear, and a bit blurry, everything looks cheap here. I want to walk further inside but it needs a pass card to get in, its like getting in a train, we need to scan our pass card on the scanner. I asked a security guard, he is wearing a white shirt with all black suit. His expression look nicer than the others, though his body is just as muscular as the others, maybe I can get him to let me take a tour inside?
“Excuse me,” I called for him, his green hazel eyes looked a bit starlet by my call, and he give me a ‘what do you want’ expression, his brows even knitted together in agony, I wonder if I asked the wrong person. “I want to take a look inside, is it possible? Just a few minutes will do.” I asked.
“No.” He replied firmly.
“Oh, kay…” I nodded.
I decided to just stretch my neck longer at the borderline, I could see everything indeed, after passing the gate here, everyone is free to sleep anywhere, I didn’t see any bed or anything on the floor. There are several rooms with used cloth as the curtain, I could hear people talking, screaming and even moaning. My gosh, I definitely can’t sleep here.
“I TOLD YOU TO GET ME A ROOM!!” A sudden loud voice shocked me, I saw a man, he is fat and hairy, wearing almost nothing except a thin white tank top that contrast with his dark hairy skin, and a grey brief. He is pulling a boy’s hair, the boy keep apologizing, his hands were trying to hold his brown hair from getting pluck out by that shameless fat man.
“I’m so sorry Master, I tried but….. Oww…” He sobbed as his master continues to pull or practically drag him to the middle and throw him on the floor. I saw he is crying, his skinny body is shivering from fear and pain its just received.
It’s None of Your Business.
I keep repeating that word in my head…..
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