Questa è Enida

This is what my brother, Uteh, posted on our Facebook Family Group Wall yesterday morning:

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Pekaba warga 443?
Uteh Alhamdulillah, dalam situasi penstabilan semula hati dan perasaan yang dilanda trauma. Citernye macam ni…

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Isnin baru ni, on the way balik dari sekolah, ada la Viva potong kitorang kot kiri. Dalam hati sempat berkata, hai Viva ni kang… depan tu je kang! Sambil borak-borak dengan KakTeh and Kak Betty (kawan KakTeh), tiba-tiba nampak kereta from the other side remuk giler sambil driver dia dah terlentok. Kereta still berjalan terhoyong -hayang.

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Tak jauh daripada tu di laluan kitorang, depan je sket – Viva tadi dah terperosok ke tepi semak. Driver dah tersepit. Paling menggawatkan suasana, ada baby lingkungan 3-4 tahun atas jalan – kaku tak bergerak. Darah tersembul keluar dari mata yang koyak belah kanan dan kepala yang berlubang (luka dalam) atas daripada mata kanan. Masih bernafas masa Uteh angkat ke tepi jalan.

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Sebelum tu sempat horn panjang right berhenti tepi jalan – takut-takut ada yang melenyek budak tu. Ada Waja offer nak bawak ke hospital, tapi tiba-tiba tak berani bila tengok darah tak henti-henti keluar. Uteh and KakTeh nekad – bawak jugak sendiri. Sebelum masuk pintu kereta, nafas budak tu mendengus – darah memancut lagi dari hidung and kepala. KakTeh riba kat belakang sampai lah ke Mentakab – hospital lama.

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Uteh terketar-ketar pegang steering sepanjang-panjang ke Mentakab.  Tu je lah kot dapat citer. Ni pun asyik dok teringat. Nak tidur pun susah. Kakteh ok jek. Ceria dalam gundah macam hubby kesayangan dia jugak.

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My shawl was wet with tears as I had gotten so emotional when telling this story to Bibik on our way to pick up Monchies from school yesterday. Bibik rubbed her arms a few times as she had goosebumps imagining the child lying motionless on the road. I didn’t have to exaggerate the blood part to her as I myself was stuck with the torn eye and holed head details.

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It didn’t take me too long, either, to turn into an extremely cynical witch in the end, thinking of the Viva driver. He must be happy now that he was safe from the traffic police. Great! No tickets, no summons. Selamat lah sudah. Peace and quiet, the end.

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Late last night, cynical, angry, sad, scared and all… I disabled all Facebook Mobile notifications. And this morning, I drove a little slower and had no desire to touch my phone. The whole world could wait. I had heavens in my back seat.

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