PBK class ended at 9.00 and as usual I followed Ling Ying and Diana back home since our homes are only separated by a short displacement. The journey was rather “warm” as Diana’s brother griped the entire way, along with the peculiar engine noises from Diana’s Pajero. Nothing to worry as I thought….
We, trios were chatting at the back seat when all of a sudden the car broke down in the middle of nowhere. Smoke came out from the bonnet plus a flattened tire…bummer!!! WE ARE ALL STRANDED!!!
Diana was over controlled by the agitation and soon she began making inferences that the car might explode and BOOM!!! Diana’s brother called for hep through the cell phone as we sat at the back seats suffering in boredom and staring at the dark skies.
Malaysians, I said are truly heartless with no compassion or what so ever. No one even stopped to lend us a helping hand, unless Ling Ying is willing to pretend that she died in the middle of the road to create a scene of an accident.
I finally reached home an hour later when Diana’s dad managed to stop and “pull” the car to his four-wheel-drive using a rope…sigh. What an unforgettable night~
We, trios were chatting at the back seat when all of a sudden the car broke down in the middle of nowhere. Smoke came out from the bonnet plus a flattened tire…bummer!!! WE ARE ALL STRANDED!!!
Diana was over controlled by the agitation and soon she began making inferences that the car might explode and BOOM!!! Diana’s brother called for hep through the cell phone as we sat at the back seats suffering in boredom and staring at the dark skies.
Malaysians, I said are truly heartless with no compassion or what so ever. No one even stopped to lend us a helping hand, unless Ling Ying is willing to pretend that she died in the middle of the road to create a scene of an accident.
I finally reached home an hour later when Diana’s dad managed to stop and “pull” the car to his four-wheel-drive using a rope…sigh. What an unforgettable night~
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