1918

Every racing drop was like a sharp needle trying to pierce through my fingers..
Every time i pass through under an arched tunnel, there was thundering silence..
pausing few seconds before the wrath of nature continue to stab its way into my skin.
I couldn't feel my feet.
It was covered by my wet weighty socks in my flooded shoes..

My visor took the hits as it protected my face, 

especially my eyes to navigate and maneuver in the continuous  tears of the clouds.

It poured like someone was raging mad! The wind blew as hard as it can to topple me off from every direction..
My little monster fought her way through the heavy wind and the rain on fourth gear..
My raincoat was all i had to protect me..and it wasn't good enough.
i kept myself focused on the road, as everyone starts becoming clumsy as fuck when it rains.

*PHOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN* (A large truck passes me like a bullet train)

I told myself that i needed to stop somewhere or things can get messy..(thought to myself after the 3rd truck)
So i pull over at the next tunnel.. slowing down was a difficult move.. my brakes were wet..
The two rubbers had a tough time rubbing each other to come to a complete stop.

I took of my helmet to find another motorist sharing the same fate with me..
I looked awhile and realised he was soaked like a cookie in a milk. He didn't have a raincoat..
We exchanged smiles and shared a cigarette.

Any man with a cigarette between his fingers 

with 

another gentleman who smokes 

regardless age, race or background

automatically becomes

friends.

He looked like he was in his 30's, married. (he told me, part of the conversation)
so we spoke about the rain and accidents that happens around Malaysia and his personal experience getting into one.
I asked him if he got into an accident before..
He laughed, then sucked the life out of the cigarette as the droplets of water vaporized and sang along with the cold breeze of the wind as it changed lanes..
He showed me a scar on his chest near his left collar bones.
It ran long side his shoulders all the way to his back..
I was shocked..but i knew there's a story for my blog.

He told me, that he was speeding in the rain rushing to the hospital to see his wife who was going to give life to the world.. and he can't afford a car so he rode a bike.
His heart raced faster than him that day to the hospital.
He was lighted up telling me the story.. I interrupted him ' laki ke pempuan bang? '
"Hahahah..(then he smiled)" there wasn't an answer.

He storied me that he was pinned by a taxi that was coming from the other side of the road.
I reconfirmed with him.
"Kete dari opposite lane ke bang? "
He nodded as the wind grew strong and the clouds cried harder.

I asked him how did that happen? How was it possible? Wasn't there a divider?

He said, screw the divider " itu divider, satu lancau pun takde guna "
" tak tau la bang, saye bukak mata je, jumpe radiator taxi kat tepi muke saye..
ramai orang jerit jerit entah ape la.. nak bangun tapi tak boleh.. "

He then told me, after a few minutes coming back to consciousness, at that very moment, he realised that he was pinned into another car that was upside down and his bike's accelerator handle (which is on the right side) pierced into his shoulders from the back penetrating through out, to the front and he couldn't feel his whole left side arm.. (you get the picture)

He bleed a whole one hour before the fire brigade arrived to cut the metal sheets of the car to get him out. People were everywhere he said. pulling and holding the door he was crushed in. Few gave him water and read words of prayers telling him to hold on.
" Bang, awak tau tak.. tak kira bangsa atau agama.. semua orang tolong saye.. India adah, Cina adah.. HAhahaha Iban pun mukin adah.. Itu baru 1 Malaysia.. bukan jerit BN BN BN atau PKR PKR saje.. "

I laughed as i took out another Marlboro Light.. lite it up and waited for the twist in his story.
I asked impatiently.. then what happened?
He said he was out in the news..
I was shocked.. "Biar betul bang?"
"Betul laa bang" he replied with a smile his fingers reached out for my lighter.

"Tapi bang, Saye tak boleh lupa hari tu.. sakit ati isteri saya.. Bayi tu mati lepas keluar.. 
3 ari kat hospital besar Klang baru saye jumpe isteri saye.. Ingat die nangis tengok saye..rupanye nangis pasal bayi tu tak jadi.."

I didn't know whether to say sorry or keep quite..
I was in awkward silence..

Then he told me with a smile " report polis adeh tulis, saya mati lima belas minit 1903 hingga 1918 sebelum buka mata balik.. Polis confirm saye dah meningal lepas check nadi 3kali..
HAHAhahaha "

For the fucking cold wind that was playing catch. i was terrified.. My mind spoke out loud into my ears.. this guy could be dead.. i froze. A highway out of no where..Just one guy waiting under the bridge? How come just 1 damn guy? Questions filled my mind. Am i talking to a dead person? then i told myself to shut up.. because i don't believe in that kind of stuff.. but it was tragic to know his story..

Then he continued "Bang, saye pun tak boleh percaya..tapi lepas 1bulan.. i jumpe report isteri saye masa die kat hospital.. Report tu adeh tulis.. bayi tu mati pada pukul 1918"

And he smiled sadly.

It's for you to add up the rest of the story.

fin.