I'll wait for your promise
Nyicil Famous 1
On Sunday, I attended a seminar in Yogyakarta from morning to evening. Coming home from the seminar, stopping by Gramedia until nightfall. This is not the first time I came home from Yogya until late at night. My house is quite far from Yogyakarta, about two and a half hours away.
On the way home, I passed through a dark place. The truck is parked underneath which there is someone. I passed that truck. At first glance, this heart felt something strange. I stopped not far from the truck. Want to go back but doubt. The motor behind stopped. It seems we are thinking the same thing. They decided to go back. Some of them left their motorbikes and walked closer to the truck. I turn around, park in front of the truck. Walked following the people towards the back of the truck. How surprised to see someone stuck in the tire. People started to arrive. Some teenagers around set up traffic so as not to get stuck. The people who came with me quickly went home after seeing her. “Let's go home before the police arrive. Later we are told to be witnesses of this accident.” I wonder why they are afraid to be witnesses. Wouldn't this help the police. I was standing right next to the victim. Everyone thinks I'm his friend. Some people ask who he is. Soon the police and ambulance arrived.
“Here Sir, the pale-faced Ma'am who saw the incident.” Said an old man who brought the police near me.
I became confused. My heart is beating fast. What should I tell the police. I was the first to see him, but not the first to approach him.
“Sorry, is this Mbak a friend of the victim.” Ask the police when they arrive.
“Not Sir, I accidentally saw it time passed earlier.” Reply doubt.
“Then do you want to be a witness briefly related to this accident.”
“Iya Sir. But I don't know the details of it. Because when I came his body was aroused in the truck.”
“Oh it's okay. Just tell me what you know. Let's find a comfortable place. Too many people here see.”
I went to follow Mr. Police and stopped in front of a well-lit house.
“Good. Let's just start here. How Mbak.” Ask the Police.
“Iya Pak.”
“I am from the regional police, would like to ask about this accident. Is Mbak ready.”
“Siap Pak.” I took a long breath.
“First question. Whose Mbak's Name?”
“Difa.”
“Good. Is there a phone number you can call? This is useful for further information. If we still need help from Mbak Difa related to this accident.”
“Iya Pak. 081313029502.”
“Next can Mbak tell me what happened from the beginning.”
“Iya Sir. But I knew she was horny in the truck.”
“Play that Mbak just know.”
I also told him all the events from the beginning of crossing the truck. It is not only the police who ask many times. Some camera glare and handycam made me glare. Questions changed from a few. They recorded my every word. Tonight I became famous as a witness to the accident. After the interview, I went back to see the evacuation of the victims. A man approached me, looking.
“Temanya victim Mbak.”
“Not Mas. I passed by, she's been horny on the truck tire.”
After the evacuation, I decided to go home. The accident made me extra careful on my way home tonight. Actually I was sleepy, but still trying to focus on seeing the road. The face of the corpse was still ringing in my mind. What sins did he die in that way. His blood just flowed down the sidewalk. Remembering it makes my eyes not sleepy.
Ten o'clock over I just got home. The first thing I did was hug my mother. I was so scared to see the accident. Not scared to see his body. But I was afraid that the victim was me.
“Mother..Thank God I came home safe and still get to see Mom. I miss you Mother.” I hugged Mom very tightly.
“Eh uh... what is this. Tumben hugs Mother of all. Say more dates.” Mother who had just returned home was surprised to see my attitude suddenly change.
“Mom knows not. I saw a fatal accident. Motor crashes the truck. Dying in a place is so sad. His eyes were slightly closed, his blood was flowing to the ground, his man was aroused in the truck tires. Anyway it's awful. No wonder if it was me, maybe now I can't hug Mom anymore. I should be thankful that God has saved me, even though I always wrestle.”
“That's a lesson for you. If you ride the motorbike must be careful not to die like that. Do not need to mention the important until safely.”
“Iya Ma'am. I have seen fatal accidents many times. But why am I not kapok also mention ya?”
“That's just the base of the camera that ndablek. Already know the speed is not good. Still done.”
“Riding the motor slowly, it's the same as riding the bike My dear mother?” I kissed Mom's cheek.
“Basic ngeyel. Difficult advised. Eat, shower and sleep. Do not forget to pray Isya’.”
I rushed to the kitchen to get the dishes. I have no doubt been very hungry since. I quickly picked up the rice and ate while accompanying Mom to watch television. Before going to bed I did not forget the status updates on facebook and twitter.
*Facebook*
Interviewed by police and journalists as witnesses of the fatal accident.
Going to tv, right? or at least get in the newspaper
Now famous as an accident witness. May tomorrow be famous for something better. Aami…
nyiciljad.
*Twitter*
Witnesses to a fatal accident.
nyiciljad
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