Incident: Sharing for Anyone

The incident actually happened about two weeks ago. I just can't help remembering it because one of my friends got herself into an almost similar situation this afternoon. It's even worse.

I was driving, on my way home from the office. It's early, about seven PM. After successfully crossing the 'dangerous' turnabout, a motorcycle came by my carside and the rider shouted vigorously,"Pull over! Pull over!!".

Though shocked with his shouts, I kept on driving but I took the slow lane. I didn't stop. After opening the car glass window, I screamed,"Hey...If you have a problem, we'll go to POLSEK. NOW."

"Stop! Stop!... Pull over!!", he continued with his shouts.

"No way! I don't want to stop! Let's go to POLSEK. We can talk there," my scream seemed to get louder and louder.

Unsatisfied, he said,"Pull over. You hit my car."

"What? I didn't hit anyobody's car. If you still think I hit your car, let's settle that in the police station" He was getting on my nerves. My feelings, honestly, were a bit of a mix of anger, curiosity, persistence and defence. Then, I continued asking (mind you, this event happened on the street and I didn't stop driving yet...), "What is your car?" I thought to myself, if it is HIS car that I hit, how come he's chasing me with a motorcycle with a friend in the back seat? Weird.

"It's a Kijang."

"I didn't hit any car. Where did you park your car?" I asked.

"It was in Multiplus."

"Listen, buddy. I didn't stop by anywhere. And I sure did not stop in Multiplus. You're disturbing my way home. Now...if you are still looking for trouble, we can both go to POLSEK," my voice was low with anger (at that time I knew I was the good guy) and I tried to make my stare as frightening as possible.

Finally he made a gesture as if he had checked my car's plate and then he said, "Oh...this is not the right car MAYBE." OF COURSE, you i.d.i.o.t .....! Of course it's not my car! GGGRRR!!!!

Before I sped up, I looked at him in the eye and pointed my index finger to him, gesturing "Jangan macem macem sama gue, lu...." Satisfied, I drove away with a loud car sound.

Perhaps the car was quite conspicuous: black sedan with only two doors. It's easy to spot that among the crowd. And when people see who's driving (a woman who 'seems' helpless), they see a good target.

At that time I still felt the need to check whether they did mean harm to me so I waited for them on the right lane. Surprisingly, they did not pass me. They were supposed to pass me because it's a one way street. Weird.....

Anyway, I felt so thankful when I reached home. During dinner, I told the incident to my Dad and he was also angry with what those people tried to do. He said it was right of me to do what I did. Then he added by saying, "Anak tentara mau dikadalin." Hehehehe... You can say that again, Dad.