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Argh.| | Do you know, if I had attempted to just bend over a bit, you’d probably see “SUCKER!” branded on my arse. Because I am. I suck. Eggs. Big Time. I have, as the saying go, been royally screwed big time. And not in the hot, pleasurable and sexy way either.
My parents have finally agreed to stay with me and because of that I had to move out from the bachelorette loft that I was staying in where we have wild parties and orgies every other weekend.
Syeah.
Anyway, so began my quest to find the perfect liveable house for my parents – you have to understand, they have about 30 years of junks and rubbish with them. Can you imagine how much space is needed? Also, according to my Mom, my non-human sibling, Mohd. Jose Morientes Abdullah, needs space and grounds for him to chase dried leaves and dead insects.
Out of sheer laziness and time restrictions, I decided to follow a colleague, N, and her fiancé to meet this real estate agent. They were looking for a house to live in by May and well, it beats driving around looking for a “To Let” sign.
She hooked up with this guy, Abdullah (no WAY related to Jose), who had an impressive list of houses around the Puncak Jalil area.
Side note: Why Puncak Jalil you ask? It is the only new development which is cheap (Condition No. 1), near to my office (Condition No. 2) – so near that I can get to the office by 15 minutes* tops without having to pay toll (Condition No. 3). There are abundance of houses in that area of which rent starts from RM450. And it’s not as if I will be permanently based there (I hope).
So yeah, we met with Abdullah, who showed us a couple of houses and I thought I quite fancy the house he showed in Phase 6A. Rental was cheap – RM450, it is a basic house, no kitchen cabinets, no hot shower thingy and definitely no Jacuzzi in the master bedroom (Oh darn!).
Well it suited me just fine. Because I had some money then (twas the bonus'), I decided to pay him ALL deposits (2 + 1.5 rental plus utilities deposit and legal/agreement fees of RM300).
That man took my N70 allocation away *sniff*.
I felt good because I know I have already secured a house I thought was great. My mom has been nagging me for YONKS to find a house and I did!
Initially, I told him I wanted to move in by 15th January, but then my parents had problems sorting out the transportation issues so I told him we’re only moving in by end of the month.
Well this Abdullah character, is, at his best, friendly and very accommodative. When I had not paid the moneys, he calls me daily to ask about my well being, and if I am interested in the house etc. Once I paid the money, he kept quiet. I asked him about the agreement. He said the landlord has yet to come back to him. I also asked him whether the landlord is agreeable to certain requests that I had asked for (Washing-machine pipe, curtain railings, amongst others) and he said Landlord too, has yet to reply to him.
So come last week of January, I told him that I absolutely MUST move in by end of the month because my current lease with my apartment ends then. He said OK, he’d check with this illusive landlord.
He always say he’d call me but he won’t (I should have known better….MEN!) *Waits for hate mails to come in*. At one point, I felt like a jilted lover, being left a-wondering to my lost love. I mean, where is he? How come he stopped calling?
Snif.
Anyway, I sent frantic smoke signals to him few days before and he came out with the same answer (by now, I think he taped his voice for convenience). He said he has to check with the landlord.
Then apparently, he “checked” with the landlord and said that they can’t let me move in then because it’s the CNY holidays and they hadn’t done works for the house.
WTF? It was a lucky thing that the ex-landlord was kind enough to allow me to extend my stay at the apartment, FOC.
My mom told me earlier that they are leaving by 4th evening, once the lorry is loaded with their stuff. I said OK. I hadn’t done much packing because I’m lazy like that. I managed to pack to boxes then and felt very proud. She called me on the 3rd to tell me that they are moving their things into the lorry NOW and they will be arriving by 4th very early in the morning. Like 7am early in the morning.
I am proud to say that I can now proudly vouch that I had managed to pack all my stuff in 23 hours (I slept an hour – I was too tired).
Oh, haven’t I told you? By 3rd, I still hadn’t managed to get Abdullah to tell me whether or not the Landlord has done the works – the house is bare with no pipes, no electricity, no lights, nothing. He kept on telling me that the landlord has NOT come back to him – they were supposed to meet, but landlord/contractor did not show up. I told him then, that the JB party would be coming up TODAY.
I frantically called him that evening – Yes, on the 3rd itself, because I like living on the edge, you know? ONLY TO FIND OUT HE HAS OFF-ed HIS MOBILE! In a few hours, my parents, cat, sister, sister’s Boyfriend and Uncle will be arriving in KL with a 40 feet lorry and I have no house to home my parents (and cat).
I am, in deep shit.
I later managed to get him and all he said was, since I have sent an earlier SMS to say that I wanted to change houses, he said he managed to find one for me in PUJ 2 but that it will only be afternoon where he’d get the keys.
All the while I was trying to be nice, and was acting as civil as I could even though by then, M. Bond thought I was being stupidly naïve all the while and I should have just lambasted him earlier on. I didn’t want to because I hadn’t gotten the house yet.
He said I CANNOT move in by tomorrow (4th) because, yes, you guessed it, the bleedin’ Landlord/Contractor has not done anything to it. And he chided me because I had sent an SMS earlier about the house change.
I told him that my specific SMS was “If it’s TOO difficult to get the landlord to do the house then we might as well get a new one”. He did NOT come back to me on this alternative, only telling me later, that night, at 10pm, that he had, in fact, looked for TWO hours (oh poor him, NOT) for an another house for me.
“Then why didn’t you call me? You had to wait for ME to call you!”
He also said that because I cancelled on the earlier date of 15th, the landlord decided to not want to install the lights and taps because they’re wary of it being stolen.
Like, huh? But I’ve already paid all the deposits and whatever the reason, the house should be ready for occupation whenever. ESPECIALLY after I had given them due notice.
I told him, now look, he is going to blame me (darn SMS) and I will forever blame him about this but fact of the matter is that I have a lorry on its way to KL full of our stuff – all 40 feet of them and they are arriving at 7am. What are you going to do about it?
Somewhere in the middle of our conversation (“argument”), he told me that the house is not locked. So I told him, I don’t care, I am bringing my stuff tomorrow and will move it to the house. I do NOT want the house at PUJ 2. I do NOT have the luxury of the time because the lorry was to dump the things at the house and go home.
I also said some other nasties but I can’t remember now.
Then come morn, the lorry came, we unloaded the boxes and the furniture and the black garbage bin bags. There were no electric so my dad had to stay in the car for the longest time. Abdullah only came during noon and when my mom psycho-ed him (“Janji orang Islam kena tepati tau!”) to agree to install plugs and taps and whatever else, he launched a smear campaign to my mother.
My Mother.
He said I was the one who told him last minute (I DID NOT!) and that I had earlier wanted to move by 15th but then cancelled last minute (I gave him ample notice!) and then told him to find another house (I did, but he did not REPLY whether or not he agreed to that proposition or otherwise UNTIL I called him at 10pm on the 3rd).
If I wasn’t so knackered then, I would have just stab him with the IKEA knife and shove him into one of the empty houses nearby.
How dare he!
Then a whole contingent, seemingly from the Kongsi Helang Hitam, arrived. They congregated underneath a tree nearby. Abdullah joined them. They were discussing for the longest time. Then, Abdullah introduced a orange-haired man to me – apparently, he is my landlord. He dismissed us quite abruptly and my requests for curtain railings and washing machine pipes went unheeded.
I was quite miffed.
He also warned that he did not want anything plastered on the wall – no paintings, nothing. I have to make good of the damaged wall if I as far as dare to even flick a nail into the walls.
K.
He unceremoniously dumped the house keys to me, gave his business card and told (warned?) us that he will be inspecting the house monthly and that he’d come to the house every month on the 5th to collect the rent (so much for Electronic Banking eh?).
I said OK and bid him farewell.
The next day, landlord and wife paid us a visit – they needed to give us essential items such as shower heads, taps, etc. The wife then asked my mom how I came into contact with Abdullah. My mother said she met through a colleague – who was also looking for a house and even told the wife that we thought he was legit, and that her daughter had paid ALL deposits by early January.
She was shocked. The wife told my mom that they had not known at ALL that someone was moving into their house until the Saturday itself. Abdullah had not informed them. In fact, Abdullah was not even the real estate agent that they engaged. They were actually thinking of calling the police on Saturday, lest they think we were breaking and entering (well, we were, actually). It was thanks to the wife (Thank you Auntie!), who has a soft spot for us Johoreans (she hailed from Segamat) and managed to coax the orange-haired husband to see us first.
And he was OK somewhat on seeing that we’re a family and not some nymphomaniacs wanting to change his house to a bachelorette pad where we’d have wild parties and orgies every day.
He has NOT received any deposits by Saturday too, hence explaining his abruptness earlier. No wonder he didn’t want to give us some curtain railings!
My dad suspected that the congregation that met under the tree was actually some kaki pukul for reinforcement in case we turn out to be some hooligans out to bully some poor owner into giving up his house.
I still want to stab Abdullah with an IKEA knife; not to murder you see… but slashes all around his stumpy being and then pour limau nipis juice and belerang on the wounds.
And I’m being kind. | | | Posted 2/8/2006 11:35 PM - 118 Views - 10 eProps - 5 comments
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