Yup. There were four of them, alright. Two lefts and two rights.
Honestly, though, Mr C.K Chua was overqualified to be doing this shit. He earned a Bachelors Degree in Applied Mathematics from the nation's leading public university. Crouching on the toilet floor of a boys' school was the last thing he expected to be doing.
All he wanted to do was teach Add Maths to bright young minds who would display their enthusiasm through classroom participation. Maybe even by doing their assigned homework. He would get the weekends off and everyday would be half day. A simple but rewarding life.
However in a school with student testosterone levels this high, it became necessary that every male teacher carry a rotan as long as his arm. Mr Chua's job title now included 'Guru Penolong Disiplin 3'... (not that he got paid for it or anything).
And trolling the toilets for smokers became the norm.
On this particular day, this particular toilet had in store for Mr Chua something he had never seen in his 12 years at the school.
It was just after recess time and the toilet was empty except for one occupied stall. Most students were obediently squared away in their classrooms, minding their lessons. Out of habit, Mr Chua tilted his head to glance under the door of the stall. That's when he saw it.
Four legs.
He froze for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell was up.
"Keluar! Keluar!" he quacked as he urgently rapped at the door with his palm.
From the other side of the PVC surface came the sound of panicked whispering and the rushed flushing of the toilet bowl. Evidence was being disposed of.
"Hoi!!..." Mr Chua called out louder, still beating away at the locked door. "...Jangan sampai saya masuk sana!"
After a moment, the Dulastic door creaked open to reveal Mike Stone and Loo Kar Weng sardined awkwardly shoulder-to-shoulder.
"What are the two of you doing in one toilet stall?!" Mr Chua fired away. He wasn't even gonna give the two a chance to step out of the stall before explaining themselves.
"There is only two possibilities here," said Mr Chua. "One is the two of you were sharing one cigarette."
"The other is the two of you were doing homoseks!"
Kar Weng looked at Mike, trying to telepathically decide which story to go with.
Mike cautiously eyed the rotan in Mr Chua's fist, trying his best to recall whether or not boys making out in the toilet was against school rules.
