Unforgettable National Day.

After yesterday’s night out with my dad to watch fireworks at Jalan G hill, I can feel my throat burning. I was already having a minor flu but I know the coming sore throat will make things worse. I thought after putting watermelon frost powder, I will feel better. But I couldn’t sleep well due to the nagging pain. The pain worsens the next morning. It felt similar to the pain of tonsils that I caught during Form 4. I checked, but there wasn’t any possible trace of tonsils.
I hasten up to eat my take-away breakfast from Desa Setapak as I agreed to go with my dad to the Times Book Sales in PJ. In no time, we were on our way there. My dad decided to take the road to Kepong to reach PJ. He was right. There was no traffic and the journey was smooth. We reached there about 10.30 am and left at about 12.30pm. As usual, my dad bought lots of storybooks. He loves them. The bil came up to an exact of RM100 with most of the books cost RM8 each, three books of RM1 each and one book of RM25. Well, for your information ladies and gentlemen, the last time about April this year, my dad and I went to the same place too. And he spent more than RM200 on it. So this time, it’s considered ok.
On the way home, my dad chose to drive through Jalan Parliament. And that was where it happened. My dad was driving on the middle lane of the road. From about a few hundred meters away, my dad could see a truck stopped at the most left lane and most cars were moving to 2nd lane. So my dad stayed at the same lane. A minute later, my dad saw and realized there was this red Proton Saga going from lane to lane without any trace of signal where the driver wants to go. As he moved from the first to the middle lane to avoid the truck, my car was behind the red Proton. My dad followed behind it within a proper distance. The red Proton then went to the third lane and my dad found he could speed up a little. At the same time, the red Proton realized there’s a slow big truck in front of it in the third lane. While my dad speeded up a little the red proton decided to move back to 2nd lane. My dad jam braked and the car skidded as the road was slippery due to the rain. Boom! My dad’s Pajero hit the back of the Proton. The reckless Indian male driver got out and checked his car. My dad told the guy to move to one side of the road and they started negotiating. I know my dad was already upset. After he got out his car, an Indian guy from the tow truck company came. My dad scolded the reckless driver while shouting at him. The situation was tense. I have never seen my dad so angry and upset before. As my dad was negotiating, I finally come to my senses about my emotion at that time. I was traumatized by fear. As a person who never drives and had an antique driving license in the purse, it’s normal to felt that way. I have never experienced such car accident before. Well, anyone who’s reading this now, you could laugh about my fear but I believe you will never be when you’re the party involved in a car accident.

The negotiation went on for about 20 minutes. My dad was complaining about the recklessness of the male Indian driver and the reckless driver was blaming the slippery road from the rain, and the sun and the sky. Obviously, the fellow knows he’s in the wrong. He asked for compensation from my dad, as my dad was the one who banged his car. My dad refused and decided to lodge a police report. In the end, my dad and the reckless driver decided to leave for police station, and of course to get away from the tow truck guy because he was pestering my dad to get an insurance business. The first thing the tow truck guy did when he reached the scene was giving his business card to promote the tow truck and insurance business while pretending to listen to the complaints of my dad and the reckless red Proton Saga driver. My dad told him to put the lodgment of report as priority first in order to shooed him away.
After driving away from the scene for about a minute, my dad and the reckless driver stopped at one side of the road. The Indian driver wants to send his love one home (not sure is his gf or wife) and make the police report later. My dad agreed, as he wants to send me home first too. They got each other’s name, contact number and license plate number written. My dad apologized to the reckless Indian driver and said lodging police report is the best to do now as the accident already happened. We left and went home. My mum seemed a little worry when my dad and I got home. My dad told my mum the whole story while I went up to call my bf and told him the whole thing.
No longer, my family and I went out to Jusco for lunch and some shopping. It did helped to cool things down a little. As I was having a flu and bad sore throat, I thought it was normal for me to feel cold around air-conditioned places and I wasn’t wearing any sleeveless clothes. Things don’t feel so good with me when I went for a shop with my mum. After about 15-20 minutes watching my mum choosing her pair of jeans, I finally get to go home. I locked myself in my room and I realized I still got the chilling feeling in me, even without any fan switched on. So I changed into my thick pajamas and later found out I got a fever. As my health condition is getting intolerable with the fever came in, I had no choice but to take a pill of Panadol and hope the fever goes away.
Without realizing it, I slept for more than 3 hours. Surprisingly not only the fever but the sore throat too was away. So I’m left now with a minor flu. It’s understandable as a flu virus is a little difficult to battle with. Well my dear readers, with such incident happening to me on National Day, how could I ever forget? But I do realize that my dad and I got lucky during the accident. There was no car behind us. If there were, things may get very complicated. I’m grateful and thank God for it.