I was supposed to be attending my friends wedding at Sg Siput. Unfortunately, my hospitalized grandma comes first in this horse race.
I drove down to Batu Pahat along with emok and Azmi. The house was lively like Hari Raya. Grandma is fine. The hospital discharged her yesterday and warned about her alarming cholesterol level. Not an easy task for someone who doesn’t like eating from others’ wok.
On the way back, we witnessed a horrid accident, involving MyVi and Saga. One ended in the ditch, the other toppled in the middle of the road. I parked the car and ran towards the incident.
From a far, I saw villagers helping victims out of the car. I queried about the car in the ditch. Apparently, no one was lending them a hand.
Azmi and me ran to the ditch and saw a family panicked, knocking on their window screaming for help. I quickly jumped on the side of the car, examining the quickest and safest way out. The husband insist I break the class. I tried, but ended up wounding myself.
*flick flock, flick flock* The sound of malfunction centralized lock.
I pulled the door lever as hard as I could. God willed, the door opened vertically. I helped the family out, all three of them. The wife and toddler was crying endlessly while the husband remained composed.
Now the crowd starts to gather, it’s hard to perform simple medical check-up. They were asking questions about the accidents, telling me to do this, that, most importantly they were circling us like we’re some freak show.
Thankfully, the crowd abide to my demand for ample breathing space and getting additional help. I also told them to refrain from asking victims for flashback.
A few minutes later, we embarked on our journey back to our busy lives.
I’m sure if you were in this position, you would’ve done the same thing, maybe better.
ps: Sleep deprived! Help me~ ➡
pss: It felt really good, saving 3 lives 👿
psss: Congratulations to Fidzamil Basarudin and Wan Kamarul “Toyon” Ariffin. My turn? Tunggu/Cari doc.
pssss: Be safe on the road. The road is not your playground.