It happened around 11.55am that day; on my way from home to pick up Aqif at his kindergarten. Since the traffic light had turned red, I stopped my car at the very busy junction. While waiting for my turn to go, I was busy singing to a song on the radio and making a fuss about how the car is low on fuel! The light turned green; so I hit on the gas since it’s my turn to go. Next thing I know a huge trailer [the ones that carries cargo] was heading towards my way. The trailer was in the wrong as it was beating the red traffic light. It crashed into my side [driver’s side] of my car. My car was then dragged for 10 meters meanwhile hitting another car [a Kancil]. My car only stopped when it hit the road divider…luckily the car didn’t flip over. The moment the car stopped; I just sat in the car and cried. The shock….the amazing feeling of “thank god I’m still alive”. I felt thankful and scared at the same time. Moments later, some people helped. I called my family for help; couldn’t get dad on the phone since he left his mobile phone at home. Brother-in-law was the first one to arrive at the scene. He took me to the hospital since I had cuts on the body and I couldn’t move my right arm. Had X-ray done, and ultra-sound done. Everything was ok except for some cuts, bruises and the arm. After that, made a police report.
The guy in the trailer confessed that it was his fault. He said he knew he would hit my car and he knew that his brakes were faulty. How irresponsible can someone be?!? I could have been killed due to his carelessness and one of his friends dare to tell to me “Tak apa, sikit saja!”
Imagine me sitting in the driver's seat!
Enough said about that. I’m ok; arm is healing, bruises still there. Cuts are gone. Car is still in workshop. Another 2 or 3 months for it to be repaired. The cost for repairing the car is over RM15, 000. Thank god for insurance. Just thankful I’m still here; enjoying life.
Brother’s wedding reception is finally over with. It was a blast. Tiring but exciting. I am getting along quite well with my new sis-in-law. I thought of calling her “Kakak” as a way of respecting her since she is married to my older brother but I decided not to and it’s better to bond as friends.
Me and the bride
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