Is about 9:00pm I guess, I was heading home after dinner… suddenly I saw a young man at his mid-twenties still cladding on his worn dirty working clothes, I reckon he must be working in one of the car workshop around that area. He was running in the middle of the road without shoe on begging not to be slashed… Hmm scary...
I turned around and to my surprise…. Holy… on the other side of my view, four men armed with parang were running after him, wanting to attack him … I think the parang is about one foot long…. This group of four came in a car; stops their car at the opposite side of the road just to get the victim. Mind you, they were not hiding the parang ok?…. I can clearly see them holding it!
At that point, in time, I took out my mobile phone and wanted to call the police but I hardly can see the direction of the victim running to….what’s next?, what’s next? I keep shouting in mind! I saw many people was standing; watching the live drama at the nearby petrol station and not doing anything to help, maybe?
I really do want to help, at least by calling the police, somehow, I didn’t manage caused I have no solid information on hand that I could provide to the police…I don’t have the slightest clue of where he is running to, I felt bad for not being able to help. Honestly, I do… I really do!
When I reach home, the scene of the victim running begging for help is still running on my mind… I was having sleeplessness night and this morning, the drama still playing on mind as if it just happens... The guilt’s of not being able to lend a helping hand is haunting me…
I am wondering how is the victim doing now, I am wondering if those men in parang manage to harm him... is he alive and unhurt or he is alive but badly hurt or perhaps he has gone to another world which is free from all this??
I turned around and to my surprise…. Holy… on the other side of my view, four men armed with parang were running after him, wanting to attack him … I think the parang is about one foot long…. This group of four came in a car; stops their car at the opposite side of the road just to get the victim. Mind you, they were not hiding the parang ok?…. I can clearly see them holding it!
At that point, in time, I took out my mobile phone and wanted to call the police but I hardly can see the direction of the victim running to….what’s next?, what’s next? I keep shouting in mind! I saw many people was standing; watching the live drama at the nearby petrol station and not doing anything to help, maybe?
I really do want to help, at least by calling the police, somehow, I didn’t manage caused I have no solid information on hand that I could provide to the police…I don’t have the slightest clue of where he is running to, I felt bad for not being able to help. Honestly, I do… I really do!
When I reach home, the scene of the victim running begging for help is still running on my mind… I was having sleeplessness night and this morning, the drama still playing on mind as if it just happens... The guilt’s of not being able to lend a helping hand is haunting me…
I am wondering how is the victim doing now, I am wondering if those men in parang manage to harm him... is he alive and unhurt or he is alive but badly hurt or perhaps he has gone to another world which is free from all this??
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