deja vu

assalamualaikum,

there goes the chronicles of my clicking fingers. while waiting for the wifi connection to speed up, hopefully, let me tell you a story.

i have been keeping something in my mind these days. it's deja vu.

this year is an eventful year for me. read: negative.

i got into an accident where a nowhere from motorbike suddenly hit my car and flew like a stuntman did in the action movie. if you ever watch. it was real. it happened in front of my eyes and alhamdulillah, Allah preserves me. trauma for sure. i was so shocked when it happened. the motorcyclist stand up and asked (begged) me to send him to the nearest hospital. without any qualms, i brought him to the nearest hospital. that was my first experience. i felt like crazy thinking of how it happened and how's my parents' reaction. yeah. they paid the monthly installment for  the car and the fact that i didn't have monthly income cz i'm a student hit me like crazy. it was already 4pm when i arrived at the hospital. i helped the motorcyclist to settle down and suddenly i remembered that i owe zuhr prayer. i quickly drove out of the hospital area and headed to the nearest mosque, Indian Mosque. messed. not the mosque but my brain. i went back to the hospital cz i still kept the motorcyclist mycard with me in case he wanted to ran away from me. (my sis told me to do). i obeyed to whatever my sister said cz i was so shocked that i felt like a human without mass. flying in the air like a ghost. kah kah kah.The motorcyclist demand gila. He asked me to saty back and later, sent him to his house. sape langgar sape? kata my sisters. i wore human being mask that day not syaiton mask. that's why i decided to wait for him and sent him to the hospital and later, to his house. like a boss! he told me to send my car to the nearest workshop and he begged from me to pay half only! what??? like i said, i wore human mask that day. i didn't say a thing until i got home and my bil said, let man talked to man. gituuu. and finally, the motorcyclist agreed to pay the whole cost. habis....

i think i'd learnt a lesson and enough.....

the second time happened when i was on my way to college from my rent house in Seberang Jaya. I was trapped in a massive traffic jam that morning. otw, a woman riding a yellow car suddenly hit a motorcyle and it happened that the motorcycle landed on my car (the driver's door). fulamak. and he left a black scratch. arghh. it was like. what the hell. the same door. i just repainted the door and now, you crazy human beings left such scar without any sorry, at least. memang nak mampus. being an experienced lady, i tracked the yellow car's owner who ran after the motorcylce until her working place. she's a teacher! amekau. i met her face to face and she asked me to send my car to the nearest workshop and she'll pay, said her. I left my phone number and she asked me my occupation and i told her. what a big mistake. i was a teacher trainee in a school in Seberang Jaya when the incident happened. You know what. She told her husband and the husband called my boss and he broke the news the whole mansion. tak patut. he called me on the same day twice. once when i was in the hall attending a course and once, during lunch. he asked me why i tracked her wife until her working place. i old him the real truth because her wife left me and the pak cik without sorry. maybe, she said to the pak cik but not me. second, she caused the incident happened and she left a balck scratch on my door. he asked me, who'll pay the damage that her wife make on his car? i told him don't  ask me but ask your wife cz she's the one who did that. he still tak puas hati until i told him, i don't want money but i just want to give a piece of advice to both of them. kah kah kah. they deserved my bad words. i exploded like a glazier. the last sentence was please, act like a teacher. say sorry. if not, you'll produce humans just like you.  bersambung di sekolah.

rupanya, he told my gb about that incident and of course la menang kat dia. the gb asked me to see her the day i back to work. i told the whole story like a volcano! only stop to breath in and out. kah kah kah. i said, the story shouldn't be spread like this and let me talk to him cz i don't like to bring outside thingy into work. she calmed me down and told me about the woman yang dia kata bekeng. entah. lantakla nak bekeng ke bengkang but don't bring the world outside into my career world. memang cari nahas! once again i wore a human mask. i uttered  stupid words when i told my friends about what happened between me and the gb just to calm me down. i'm a woman. once again, i'm a woman. i did what woman always do when they meet with problems. i continued blabbering till i felt relieve and content. thanks to my dear friends.

tragedy of 2014 did not end there. there's a few more series of kissings. argh.

kenapa deja vu?

cz i could feel it when it's about to happen. for example, if mak said, don't go but i still going, it happened. entahla. kebetulan kot.

but, now, i always remind myself not to go across my mak's advices cz i scare it will happen again. cries. if mak said don't go, i prefer not to. better stay a home or in the college rather than exposing myself to danger.

i never told mak cz for sure, she won't believe deja vu.

my advice is don't forget to recite dua and tawakkal before you start doing anything. In my case, before i start my journey. nightmare!!!!

till then, thanks for reading if you're reading.