PSLE: Robbery

The flourescent lights shone dimly in the carpark as John and Jenny padded their way to their BMW. “Hurry up, darling! We are running late,” John called out lovingly to his beautiful wife who was dressed to the nines, decked like a Christmas tree. “Coming, dear,” Jenny replied sweetly as she sashayed towards him, her footsteps echoing from her stilettoes.

Unfortunately, beady eyes of malicious intent were observing them behind a tinted windscreen. Suddenly, a burnt-orange van appeared from nowhere and screeched to a halt. Three armed men in balaclavas leapt out of the vehicle with great agility. The trio stormed towards them and cornered them. The leader of the pack, a burly man, held a parang and spoke in an intimidating manner, “Hand over all your money and valuables now!” as the other two waved their weapons menacingly.

Fear pulsated in the duo. Their hearts palpitated like African drums and their faces turned ghastly pale. With a heavy tinge of disinclination, Mary dropped her diamond earrings and necklace into the gargantuan leather bag.

“What about the money?” the beefy man boomed maliciously. Fearing for her dear life, the fretful Jenny obediently shrugged off her handbag and dumped it into the bag as well.

A huge grin split across the evil man's face. His eyes glittered greedily and he was chuckling with glee. Just then, he caught sight of John's metallic Rolex watch. He turned to John and snarled, “Give me your watch!”

John immediately froze like a Roman statue. This watch was a family heirloom – a gift from his beloved dad who had passed away. Beads of cold sweat dotted his forehead as he stuttered, “Pl..ease, n..ot my watch!”

Punch! “Your life or your watch!” the man threatened malevolently. John, as stubborn as a mule, stubbornly refused to compile.

“Give it to me now!” The infuriated robber then tried to force it from him. Unfortunately, in the midst of the scuffle, his parang accidentally pierced through his abdomen! Immediately, John turned purple in his face and stumbled to the floor in a dead faint, his blood spurting out from his gaping wound.

Thinking that John was done for, Jenny let out a devastating shriek. Strangely, sirens wailed in a distance. In the tumultuous commotion, the three men panicked, took to their heels and fled in a flash. Vroom! The van screamed loudly as it quickly sped off into the darkness.

An uncanny silence lingered in the dim light. Jenny could hardly register all that had just transpired and stared blankly at her dying husband. She tried hard to stauch the flow of crimson blood that was pooling non-stop but it was in vain. As she cradled him in her blood-soaked arms, she crooned, “Please, John. Don't leave me. I beg you.” There was no reply. Jenny let out heart-wrenching cries at the top of her voice in deep anguish as John breathed his last.