once upon a time, in a village by a small town

salam,

it happened yesterday but the trauma last until today and will stay forever in me. it took less than a minute for the incident to happen. less than a minute to scratch the front part of the avanza. i was so shocked. confused.   my first word after the tragedy happened was 'Allah, what should I '.instead of crying i smiled to myself.peeped through the rear-view mirror." omg ,they are coming. the owner of the poor house.the neighbours." (cuak) haha. lucky me and the owner of the house, instead of banging the house, i banged their house fence but pity the avanza. i'm so sorry. the tragedy left him a clear damage. not a serious damage but its more than enough to make my father's car look like a 'comot' car. actually, my father's car used to scratch  and bengkak benjul but this time i did more than bengkak benjul. i did both. :(. the incident left me trauma and up till now, i haven't tell the truth to my father. I know he might be a little bit confused and shocked + angry but i know my father more than anyone. but still i'm not yet ready to tell him the real truth. wait for a suitable time. i need to be prepared and ready before the blabbering sessions start.before the never ending advice sessions from both mr and mrs ismail starts. :)..pray for me eyh.