Yesterday, when Shahmeer and I were in the car with our driver, our car got hit by another car. The damage wasn't extremely bad, but the process of us almost being in an even more terrible situation was very frightening. Thank God my driver took the right decision to just stop because if he hadn't, God knows what could have happened. I was so scared that I kept covering Shahmeer in his baby car seat while screaming, "just stop, stop, let them hit our car".
The other car was trying to take over the lane from the left even though there was barely any space that it kept pushing our car to the right, making our car almost hit the divider on the right. They managed to take over the lane, by squeezing and damaging the left side of our car. The driver? A young, beautiful lady.
The car stopped, and the boyfriend, sitting on her left, was the one who came out. Instead of apologizing, he started to scold my driver and threaten to take my driver to the police. Being on the right side, of course my driver didn't accept any of his arguments. I then came out, wanting to speak nicely and clarify the situation. However, the very good-looking guy just looked at me, didn't say a word, got back into the car, and drove away.
And there I was, standing on the side of the road, looking at them driving away so fast, feeling speechless and pathetic. I felt like someone just left me hanging. Didn't I have the right to say something? Hello?
I was very upset - not angry - but upset after the accident. I wasn't really much into the damage of our car, but more about how a person coming from my own generation can behave so ill? Aren't we supposed to be the better generation? The ones who will make this country better? Aren't we supposed to be the honest, clean, responsible people - not the corrupt? Don't even talk about being financially responsible for my car's damage. Them coming clean and just admitting their fault would have been okay.
Dear beautiful lady and the handsome young man driving a black Honda car (B 8749 KA) in Bekasi Barat toll around 3pm,
They say, a nation's character can be judged by the youth. I will always remember your faces. How you put my baby's life in danger, and how you didn't make a good name for the youth of Indonesia.
- Diana Rikasari
The other car was trying to take over the lane from the left even though there was barely any space that it kept pushing our car to the right, making our car almost hit the divider on the right. They managed to take over the lane, by squeezing and damaging the left side of our car. The driver? A young, beautiful lady.
The car stopped, and the boyfriend, sitting on her left, was the one who came out. Instead of apologizing, he started to scold my driver and threaten to take my driver to the police. Being on the right side, of course my driver didn't accept any of his arguments. I then came out, wanting to speak nicely and clarify the situation. However, the very good-looking guy just looked at me, didn't say a word, got back into the car, and drove away.
And there I was, standing on the side of the road, looking at them driving away so fast, feeling speechless and pathetic. I felt like someone just left me hanging. Didn't I have the right to say something? Hello?
I was very upset - not angry - but upset after the accident. I wasn't really much into the damage of our car, but more about how a person coming from my own generation can behave so ill? Aren't we supposed to be the better generation? The ones who will make this country better? Aren't we supposed to be the honest, clean, responsible people - not the corrupt? Don't even talk about being financially responsible for my car's damage. Them coming clean and just admitting their fault would have been okay.
Dear beautiful lady and the handsome young man driving a black Honda car (B 8749 KA) in Bekasi Barat toll around 3pm,
They say, a nation's character can be judged by the youth. I will always remember your faces. How you put my baby's life in danger, and how you didn't make a good name for the youth of Indonesia.
- Diana Rikasari
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