The native young man in part 1 applied for an apartment from a government agency. A successful applicant would pay $140 every month for 10 years, then the unit he occupies would be his: a 3-room apartment.
It was not easy to be chosen. Sabah is the poorest state in the country. Amazingly, he heard from an unofficial grape vine, that his name was picked from a lottery system. Unfortunately, a cousin of his mother who worked in the agency unlawfully gave it to the cousin's brother.
What was shocking to me was: nobody complained! Interestingly, an uncle of the young man in question also worked in that agency. The uncle was higher in rank, but he was of a different section. When his sister confronted him in private, he said he did not do anything wrong. The wrong doer was not his subordinate. He would never allow his underlings to do such things. After all, he had no jurisdiction over the bad guy.
So, what will happen to this poor couple? They would stay put and multiply. Would the structure last forever? No! Will it fall ultimately? Yes! Could someone be hurt? Yes again. Then, this entire saga with names and details would undoubtedly appear on the internet and turn viral. Maybe the public would donate towards the homeless and the injured. Finally, this family may be given a house then. No wonder forty years ago, my dad said this is a lovely part of our nation, but it would not progress and prosper. He worked here about for two years. Now I know the true reason why.
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