This is the story of a Bruneian. Specifically a Bruneian called Arif. Now Arif, as you all know, is a perfectly common Bruneian name, and as such, don't attempt to flatter yourself by thinking I'm writing this story about you, Arif. And this story is completely fictional, but just happens to have happened in the real, happening world. Incidentally, it all happened at the Mall.
Yes, THE Mall. Not Q-Lap Mall. Not Yayasan. Not, urm, I've run out of Malls to mention. What Arif - and most people - don't know is that the Mall was built for the sole purpose of encouraging the youths of Brunei to congregate in one single place so that all of them can be monitored in an enclosed space. The construction was funded by a company called the Organisation for the Regulation of Adolescents, Nymphomaniacs and Girls, Through Utilitarian Aid Incorporated (ORANG TUA, Inc.). The plan was to embed hidden cameras in every single corner of the Mall, thus enabling the ORANG TUA to monitor any inappropriate behaviour by youths. This may include any physical interaction of any kind between the opposite sex, any lack of fabric on their body and/or any clothing that includes any of these words in the slogan: sex, bitch, fuck, marijuana and/or masturbate.
Now Arif has never been caught by the ORANG TUA because he has been careful. He knows and gets along well with the people in the ORANG TUA circle. Whenever he gets close to being caught, one of them would say, "andangnya tu, orang muda bah. Dulu kita pun camatu jua, kan, kan?"
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