Then a "Good Samaritan" came and indicated that we should park at the side of the road. When my hubby got out of the car the "Good Samaritan" (whose own silver waja was parked haphazardly and blocking traffic in his haste to masuk campur and jadi "SUPERMAN" or "SUPARMAN" whichever is applicable) came and asked my husband "Bagi signal tak tadi?" dengan gaya poyo macam polis pencen.
Fuiyooo Bro, lu memang cari jalan nak kena hentak dengan steering lock la Bro! First of all lu sape nak masuk campur, second jangan ingat gua perempuan tak tau mana indicators and what they are for!!!!!! So setelah kena sergah dengan I yang dah jadi mak gajah Africa yang naik minyak kat photographer National Geographic, si "Good Samaritan" tu pun blah.
Tenguk plak si motorcylist, dengan muka serious and a desperate attempt to hide his accent from "seberang", melesang-lesang ('kay, "melesang-lesang" is equivalent to "approaching another with anger and intention to hurt and/or intimidate") datang kat my hubby.
My husband : "Tak nampak ke signal?"
Umar (we got his name) the Indon : "Iya, tapi saya laju, jadi saya tak sempat brake".
Background scene is a Bangladeshi who is "trying" to faint.
My husband : "Kenapa kawan awak?"
Umar the Indon : "Dia berdarah, mau pengsan, abang kena hantar ke klinik."
Ibu Gajah Africa : "Apa?!!!!!"
My husband " "Suruh dia masuk kereta."
Ibu Gajah Africa : "Apa?!!!!!!!" (Ok, I was a bit short on witty remarks).
So we took the Bangladeshi into the car, he was bleeding and he helped himself to our tissues.
Ibu Gajah Africa : "Mana mau pergi?"
Bleeding Bangla : "Pirigi tempat Bos..."
My husband : "Mana luka?".
With all the dramatics of a Bollywood actor, the Bleeding Bangla held up his elbow. He was missing some skin near the elbow and some scratches on his hand, something like what I got on my legs (both ok!) when I decided to do the "parit mambo" (kindly check earlier posts for details) but was moaning and "ishkkkkkk.....ishkkkkk....ishkkkkk"...ing away like he's missing a whole arm!
So off we went into the maze that is Kampung Melayu Subang looking for his "tempat Boss". Umar the Indon conveniently disappeared taking with him the window grille which he must have stashed somewhere because when he showed up at the "tempat Boss" it was no longer with him.
To cut a long story short, the boss showed up and surprise, surprise he is a government servant, wearing his uniform. The Bossman it seems, is a member of the "Jabatan Bomba dan Penyelamat" who is moonlighting as a "tukang besi bersedia untuk membuat awning dan grille rumah". Of course he refused to pay, and of course Umar the Indon became bolder with the presence of his Bossman, making remarks like "Iya sudah bagi signal, tapi saya laju, mana boleh berhenti", "Saya laju jadi saya mesti jalan dulu", "Mungkin pemandu tak nampak sebab saya laju dari belakang".
The driver's side which Umar the Indon and the Bleeding Bangla "redecorated" with their motorcycle.
Thank god my husband is such a "MAN OF PEACE" (eiiiiii geramnya!!!), if not the Bossman, Umar the Indon and the Bleeding Bangla (who when we arrived at his "tempat Boss" suddenly perked up and was no longer "ishkkkkk..." ing away or trying desperately to faint) would have been tied to the pokok kelapa (which was in the background) and covered in red ants!
So Ibu Gajah Africa and her "Nobel Peace Price Winner" husband (Eeeiiiii! Geramnya! Geramnya! Geramnya!) left the scene but only after getting Umar's passport number. The funny thing is....when we asked for Umar's passport, the Bossman offered to give his details instead...hmmmmmm.....I smell a rotten fish. So off we went to see Malaysia' finest, THE PULES (I mean the Police, "Pules" is how Sharifah Salmah pronounces the word) but that is a story on its own.
The rest of the damage....my poor darling waja...I love u....muah! Muah! Muah!