That was close

Spent my morning ordering shoes for my brothers for me to bring back THIS MONDAY (last minute people, sheesh, now I know why we’re siblings, haha.), packing and slaving away in front of boxes and tapes, I’m officially done packing! Fine, only for freight shipments. Not done with my check-in luggages. But it was still work. *wipes sweat*

After shower and prayers, my bum and I had quality time with the next episode of drama that I’m currently watching.

The lead actress parents are fried chicken shop owner and they were so rude. My stomach I mean. All those fried chicken visuals. Oh. My. God. Thank God smell-a-vision is not on the market yet.

*puts on headscarf, long pants, grab keys, wallet and head to fried chicken shop*

I decided to take a different route back, cause you know, it’s sunnah. Fine, I needed croissants from Tesco, but it’s kinda the same thing.

Pressed the traffic light button and decided not to jaywalk – like a good citizen. Afterall, time is something that I have. Plus, I realised that it was peak hour. Safety on the three lane main road seemed like a good idea.

Soon after, the red light, along with the green man lit up, assuring me it’s safe to cross. So I crossed the road with busy thought like, “Is croissant all I need? Should I get prawns as well? Should I buy milk for pasta sauce too?” As I was passing the second lane, to the third, towards the other end of the road, a car just sped in front of me. Like literally flew in front of me. All I saw was a flash of ‘red thing’.

Had I been 3 to 4 steps ahead, I’d probably be making use of my insurance – lying on the hospital bed or even morgue (gosh, let’s not be too dramatic okay woman!) right now.

This is me typing about 7 hours after the almost accident incident.

Image source: Google

What really went through my mind as I got to the other side of the road safely was, “Alhamdulillah. Masih ada rezeki makan ayam goreng.” (Thank You God for protecting me and allowing me to eat this fried chicken once more.)

Like hello, Fried Chicken is BAE, OK!

But seriously, to all drivers, driving is not simply for you to get to your destination. YOU are responsible for other drivers and non-drivers on the road.

Since I got to Bismillah and Alhamdulillah on my fried chickens without any harm, I forgive you, you ‘red thing’.

Oh and, try not to click on the Google hyperlink. I’m not responsible for any temptation. Jangan cakap akak tak payung. (You’ve been warned.)

Also! Keluar rumah jangan lupa baca doa geng!


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