One of those unwritten hobbies for young and old male
bachelors working in Ipoh Light Industrial Estate in those days was ‘midnight
chick hunting’. There were a few food processing, textile and machine part
manufacturing factories around the area that hired many young ladies from
Indonesia, Vietnam, Thailand, Philippines, India, Myanmar and Bangladesh just
to name a few nationalities as factory workers other than the locals.
Naturally, these pretty foreign ladies became the ‘prey’ for those hungry
partner-seeking males as these foreign ladies were more friendly than those
arrogant and demanding local ladies. Many of my fellow colleagues at that time
married either Indonesian or Philippine ladies as their wives, one of them is
Mr. Khor.
Before Khor got his Indonesian wife, he has some fair share
of supernatural encounter during his midnight chick hunting exercises.
The best time for chick hunting as the name implies was
during midnight because this was the time when those afternoon shift factory
workers knocked off for the day. Although many factories provided bus services,
many those foreigners had to walk back to their hostels in the midst of the
night. So, this situation has indeed opened a door to those midnight chick
hunters to get their preys.
At that time, Khor was an avid chick hunter and I occasionally
joined him for a session or two.
One night, right after our afternoon shift work; we parked
our bikes near the exit of the industrial estate waiting for potential targets.
Khor and I were chatting on our bikes while eyeing for those female workers to
come out from their factories. As we waited, I suddenly felt an urge to release
myself. So, I excused myself and ran to the back of a banyan tree and peed
there.
After the relief, I slowly walked back to my bike and saw
Khor was already hooked onto a long-haired lady worker apparently to be alone.
I heard Khor asked: “Where are you going missy?”
The lady replied: “Returning from my work.”
And then both started to chat and laughed quite amicably. I
thought how lucky Khor was by gotten his pray only after a short wait. Perhaps
if I didn’t leave my bike to answer the call of the nature, I could also get
another chick too. So, after observing the newly met couple for a while with
sense of sour grapes; I started my engine and turned my mike to head home.
All of a sudden, I felt a sense of chillness and goose bumps.
Instinctively, I looked at my bike’s rear mirror and I didn’t believe what I
saw: Khor was still Khor alright, but the lady who talked to Khor didn’t look
like the lady I saw a few seconds ago, she became a long-haired creature with a
pair of red eyes from the reflection of my mirror! I got a shock and
accidentally stepped on my gas. Consequently, my bike made a S-curve and my
bike nearly rammed into a drainage beside the road.
The commotion attracted Khor’s attention and he shouted: “Hey,
Liew! Are you overexcited and jealous to see this pretty lady I just knew? Ha!
Ha! Ha!”
After I subsequently stabilised my bike, I turned by head
and to my surprised; the lady beside Khor remained as beautiful as before. But
when I relook at my rear mirror, what I stall was still a hideous long-hair
creature with a pair of red eyes!
Now, with extremely fright and uneasiness, I yelled to Khor:
“Go home, Khor! Go home!”
Apparently, Khor didn’t heed my call and I just stepped on
the gas and sped off the place leaving Khor behind with whatever the creature
might be.
Khor didn’t report for duty the next morning. Then later in
the afternoon, my boss asked me to do overtime taking over some of Khor’s jobs
as Khor has met with a car accident last night and he was not fit for duty for
at least two weeks.
No one really knows what happened to Khor that night with
the new found ‘lady’… Khor didn’t want to say and I could probably have
guessed.
I haven't read the complete blog but from the title namely Midnight Chick Hunting, this is sounding like a story filled with food and the hunting tips.
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