Horror And Mystery Stories
THE MYSTERIOUS OLD MAN

Just call me Rina. I work as a private employee in one of the companies in Purwakarta area. I live in Wanayasa, one of the small towns east of Purwakarta. As for the daily transportation for activities to the office, I use a 2014 matic motorcycle, and only seven months ago I had that motorcycle.

I had a bad experience a few months ago, if not mistakenly remembered around March.

That afternoon at about six o'clock, I just got home from work. I drove alone on my beloved matic motorbike. Somehow during the trip to the house, this feeling seems not very good, but I tried to throw away the feeling because I thought maybe because I was too tired to work, he said, so many strange feelings that linger in my otaku.

About six kilo meters had traveled that afternoon, with the average speed of the motorcycle I drove about 60 km/h, and during the trip my mind was always everywhere. Somehow this feeling was erratic, so that passing in front of a restaurant, I did not have time to brake the speed of my motorbike, so that, when an old man pedaling a bicycle crossed the road suddenly made me not have enough room to dodge.

NO...!!! It felt like my motorcycle hit the father. I screamed loudly, then it was dark in both my eyes. But fortunately, at that time my body bounced to the shoulder of the road and I still remember some other riders behind me had helped by carrying my body to a safe place.

I also did not have any serious injuries, only in the ankle that was slightly injured. I felt a little relieved after I saw that the Father I hit had not suffered any injuries. Then he approached and apologized to me. “Sorry neng, bike mah no rearview mirror..”, those are the words spoken by the old father.

But after that, in the blink of an eye I did not see the existence of the Father who was hit earlier. Where the hell did he go? I just fell silent while holding back the pain in my legs and the nausea felt like I wanted to vomit. Well, I don't think too much about it either. The important thing is that I know that he's okay, although a little sorry because I haven't had time to apologize to him.

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Five months have passed since that incident, even I have forgotten about it. Now I'm more careful when riding a motorcycle on the highway.

That afternoon we headed to my aunt's house after we and our family heard the news of my aunt having an accident. I saw my aunt being mobbed by neighbors visiting her house. It is still a good thing that aunt did not suffer serious injuries, only her motorcycle was severely damaged.

He had a motorcycle accident in a place similar to the one I had five months ago, even the same time, which was before Maghrib. He said he had hit an old cyclist who crossed the road suddenly. And strangely, the person who was hit did not suffer the slightest injury, even he had time to apologize to the aunt with the same words. "Sorry neng, bike mah no rearview mirror...". Then after that, the mysterious father was no one knew where it went.

Usut had a mouthwash, in front of the restaurant there was once an old father who was pedaling a bicycle became a victim of hit-and-run to suffer severe injuries, he said, his life could not be helped and he died at the scene.