Guiltiness

I heard a story from Emel. She witnessed a fearsome accident last night.

Apparently, at about 1 a.m. this morning, Emel was at Ghani (mamak) having supper with her friends when the accident occurred. It was a terrible collision between a KTAR student (motorist) and a UTAR student (driving a car). The accident took place at a junction where the motorist turned into the main road when the speeding driver knocked into him. Perhaps the driver, who drove a little black Kancil, was unable to stop his vehicle on time and bang the motorist.

The impact was really big. The motorist was thrown from his bike to the engine part of the car and the impact made him break the windscreen. He then fell from that position and rolled into a drain (situation about 5 meters from the junction). The motorist was badly injured, with broken limbs and though he was conscious, he was unable to move or talk. He driver was injured as well. His head was bleeding and half of his car engine was damaged. The ambulance arrived not long after that.

She told me this story during our first class (tutorial) and on our next class (lecture), I was informed that the motorist died on the way to the hospital.

May you rest in peace, dear victim.

Not long ago, before I decided blogging about this frightening scene, I got to know that the owner of the black Kancil was actually someone from my neighbourhood. Imagine the guilt he felt. At the age of 19, he became a murderer.