5.46 P.M, September 15, 2009 I left for home from my work place after having a short chit chat and smoked a cigarette after the busy working hours. Hmmm..that was quite relaxing. I didn’t think at all that in the next two hours I would be a moron donkey.
I rode my bike confidently, not really speeding indeed, but ya…you know we can’t ride it slowly in the highway.
Everything was running well, until I reached my own hometown Salatiga. It started to rain when I entered this small city. I was thinking to stop and find a dwell just
keep me from getting soaked in the rain. But I didn’t know, perhaps I was thinking about my home because there was no one home as my parents were on their holiday in Bali. I could’t really remember what was in my mind. But suddenly in one turning, once again, I wasn’t speeding, I skidded. I didn’t know whether there was oil on the road or what. Fortunately, I got no serious injury but just twisted my ankle (worsen the condition as actually I had suffered from it for quite some time). Well, I was confused of what happened at that time, I couldn’t figure out how this could happen. But I am grateful to those who helped me. One of them said that I