Setting: Around 9.30pm at the traffic light junction exiting Federal Highway from PJ near the Universiti LRT.
There we were just minding our own business - Khaleeq was busy munching away on his Burger King fries and sipping his Iced Milo and me? Just waiting and waiting for the traffic light to turn GREEN when it suddenly happened.. BANG! I turned back and saw a person's hands on my back windscreen. A second after that he made a get-a-way with his pillion rider, towards the bushes lining the biker biway. It happened just so fast I felt like I didn't have time to think!
Coincidently, we were on our way back from completing Parmi's mandatory FOMEMA check up and had two cars in our possession. The arrangement was that Khaleeq and Parmi would go in my little MyVi, whilst hubby was driving with his little princess in the Camry.
Instinctively I tried to call my hubby on the phone. Dang! He couldn't hear me. Dialled again.. and again. I tried three times but to no avail. He still couldn't hear me!
Blank! Apa nak buat ni?
I went out of the car, took my phone and started clicking away. The guy driving the car behind me was kind enough to move the bike to the side of the road. I still couldn't believe the two skanky Ind*s (so, I was told) would just flee the crime scene and leave the bike there. It's not that the damage was bad on my car or anything like that. There's a visible dent and some scratches as well as paint transfer from the red number plate on my bumper. That's about all.. Gosh! Motor curi, agaknya...
I thanked the male driver for removing the bike, got back into my car and drove back home. It didn't dawn on me that the whole thing could have turned out way worse! I mean, the windowscreen could have shattered or my kid could have got hurt, right? Worse still, the rider could have assaulted us right in the middle of the road and robbed us for all I know.. It was then that I slumped on the sofa and started sobbing.. My little princess came over to give me a hug and make me feel better. Hubby was beside me to tell me that things will be okay... The what-ifs are just too scary for words... I am just glad that the night didn't turn out to be my worst nightmare..-dillz blogging out-