Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Accident

The journey we took was quite long and took a long time.

"Still a long time, Dad?" my many.

"More or less so, Deck. Wh why? You tired?" ask Dad.

I just nodded my head.

"Make it lie down, Deck," said the mother.

The car stopped at a red light, but when I was about to lie down suddenly my eyes were fixed on the person who was riding the car right beside us.

The driver's car door opened, a young man was seen there. His face looked agitated. But what concerns me is not the man, but the creature that is right behind him.

The figure of a long-haired woman covered her face, dressed in shabby white and in her hands like carrying a machete. The hand of the woman's figure carrying a machete seemed to be implanted into the man's nape.

"Sir, the man ...," I said hanging.

My grandmother was on my left and the car was on the left as well, so the steering wheel was visible to me.

"Why, Key?" ask mother.

Our car drove back because the lights were green again. I turned to the car I had seen, the man driving the car was carrying it slowly but it was a bit of a distraction.

"Look, Mom." I pointed to the car that was now right behind us.

"Why, Deck?" ask mom again.

"There is an evil creature inside, a female figure but as if it wants to kill the driver," I said in a panicked voice.

"No need to be weird, just focus your recovery," said the father.

I was silent too, I didn't want to fight Dad. Maybe right now they don't want me to do anything mystical, because they might be rescuing me too.

"Sir, we know you're a good boy. But now there is no need to help people who are related to mystical things. We are worried about your situation" said the mother.

"Yes, Son. Just focus on your health, do you need to help Grandma close your inner eyes so that you do not feel disturbed by their arrival," said Grandma.

I looked towards my mother. I don't want my excess closed just like that, maybe I'll feel weird if I don't have this advantage.

"No need, Mom. Let him have this ability, but yes we limit Keyla's behavior related to supernatural things" said the father.

I hugged my mother firmly, and I understood my feelings. When we were busy talking, suddenly from the back there was a car speeding up trying to get ahead of the car we were driving.

The car was too tight with our car, the heart felt racing when the car was ahead, just opposite the direction there was a motorcycle that drove quite fast as well.

Brakk!!

The inevitable collision between the motorcycle and the car. Father swiftly braked our car so as not to have a consecutive collision.

Motorists when colliding bounced far away as they drove at each other speedily.

"Astag." We said at the same time as we saw the collision right in front of our eyes.

"The car you were referring to was, Dek," said the mother.

I nodded slowly, I was stunned to see it. Dad opened looking at the situation behind us, maybe dad was about to get out of the car.

"Dad don't come down" stop me.

"Dengerin Keyla first, Dad. Kasian him, maybe he was shocked to see the collision," said the mother.

Maybe I felt my hand that was currently turning cold and trembling. Fear suddenly hit me, because before this incident I would see the figure of the evil woman in the car.

The road started to jam because the vehicle could not move in the slightest, right in front of us there was a truck that also stopped, because it was blocked by the car that had crashed in a transverse position.

People around and other motorists started crowding around to see the crash. While we remained in the car, while waiting for the road to return to normal.

"Where is the victim?" ask dad.

"All of you died, sir. Especially the motorcycle, his head was destroyed because it bounced," explained the man.

All of us in the car said, "Innalillahi wasaihi rojiun."

"Loh, who was driving the car also died?" ask dad again.

"Yes, sir" replied the man.

"Oh, yes, sir. Thanks" said dad.

The man rushed away after giving the information. People in traffic saw the accident, even from a distance also seen people who deliberately perpetuate the accident, without helping to evaluate it.

"Relight me, Dad. Why don't people help, uh get photographed!" I said with a ketus.

"Yes, Deck. Later if reprimanded said he did not dare to help before the police came," replied the father.

I took a deep breath as I was astonished by those people.

"If you can't help, yes, at least not need to be photographed right, Dad," I said.

"Sometimes worse they are there who upload to his social media," said the mother.

"No, the family also does not want the victim in the worst situation. In fact, surely every accident there must be aja who blames one of them, it includes disgrace, should not be immortalized let alone spread widely," said the grandmother advised.

I looked at grandma.

"Aib, Grandma?" my many.

"Yes, Keyla. We do not know what the victims are like, their aurat in immortalized, even in circumstances like this. We fellow humans must have empathy and tolerance" she said.

I nodded my head slowly.

"Not in the hadith is there, ma'am, about the hadiths guarding the disgrace of fellow humans?" ask mother.

"Yes, Son. It's hadistny

مَنْ سَتَرَ مُسْلمًا سَتَرَهُ اللهُ فِي الدُّنيا وَالآخِرَة

Whoever closes (disgrace/defect) a Muslim, Allah will close his disgrace in the world and the Hereafter. (HR Muslim), Keyla understands, don't you think, son?" ask grandma.

I smiled at Grandma. I feel lucky to have people reminding me and sharing my knowledge with me.

"It will be a long time, Dad" said the mother.

"I'm tired, Dad," I said.

"Grandma's moving forward, yeah. Keyla just lay down" said the grandmother as she exited the car towards the front seat.

I saw Dad pick up his phone, then call who I know. Dad got out of the car, still trying to call.

"Whose phone, Mom?" my many.

Mom just put her shoulder out. Mom shifted her sitting position, then told me to lie down. But the hip down is still heavy for me to move on my own.

Mom patiently lifted and helped straighten my legs.

"Thank you, Mom," I said.

"Yes, Deck. Her head is my lap, yes," said the mother as she moved my head into her lap.

Not long after, my dad got back in the car.

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