THE WOMAN (END)
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With great difficulty I was finally able to put a seat belt on my body even though my brain was already filled with alcohol, but at least I still cared about my own safety.

Just about to drive my car. I saw Ivan's car stopped in front of the parking lot of the bar. His face soot like looking for someone. then his gaze rested on me.

"He found me" I muttered but had no intention of hounding him.

"San, Sandy! openaa!" Ivan banged on my car glass, I don't know what he was trying to talk about. But I was angry and hated him.

I left Ivan who was still trying to chase me. Whatever he's trying to do, I don't care anymore.

I drive my car at high speed.Luckily tonight the road is a little quiet.

To be honest I had no intention of going home.I just wanted to spend my time on the streets, driving my vehicle so I could forget the betrayal they both committed on me.

But suddenly from the back of two motorcycles that came out of nowhere overtaking my vehicle. With my adrenaline still burning of course I do not want to be defeated by the two young men responsibility. we are racing each other to get our vehicles moving faster.

My car really felt like cotton floating in the air, very light and agile.I laughed once in a while seeing them far behind me.

"You're trying to race with me!" sniffle swagger.

But when I was busy driving my car. suddenly my head throbbed pain. made me immediately lowered my head and lost control. I forgot if my feet were still stepping on the gas pedal with enough strength. my car just kept going without direction.

I looked up when I realized something was wrong with the speed of my car. And sure enough, a house in the T-junction almost hit. I frantically swerved to the left, I slammed the steering wheel, without me knowing from the opposite direction came a big truck that made me unable to avoid the collision......

I was like I was in a strange place.flying here and there very lightly.there was a sound of my laughter that sounded blaring, but I don't know where it came from.

I looked back, quiet.just a beam of bright light I don't know what it was. The light was really dazzling

Gradually, I heard boisterous voices of people as if they were shouting, screaming and calling out to others.

I blinked open my eyes slowly.there was fresh blood that felt wet my cheeks.the fishy smell I could smell.

Why did my vision turn around like this? my inner. I'm trying to lift my achy feet down there. But I was surprised when I couldn't pull it.

I looked down with the rest of the pain I was forced around my left shoulder.

How shocked I was when I saw, both of my legs were squeezed Dashboard until it seemed to disappear because it was so strong that it pressed both my legs.

From there I cried, I realized what had just happened to me.

Is it time for me to die?

Does death feel so painful?

I was suddenly sleepy, so I heard the sound of ambulances coming in with foreign shouts that were getting crowded around my ears.

•••

I walked slowly down a bright road that was nowhere to be found. I thought I might wake up in heaven right now, but strangely no angel would welcome me. Or I would be greeted by warm laughter from my father and mother.

I sat on one of the cold-tasting benches made of teak wood. Although it had only been running for a while but my body felt tired and sick all.

I tried massaging my left shoulder which was very sore, and I was really surprised when I couldn't move it.

"Aww!" I complained in wonder. My hand was not hurt. But why does it hurt?

Is it possible that I am already dead???

Stupidly I died in such an accident, completely dishonorable. Or do I want to follow in the footsteps of my parents who died in an accident as well?

In my mind there was nothing else I was thinking about. I was just trying to wake myself up from this dream.

Am I really dead? but why is it that when I try to open my eyes, it feels so hard, like there is a mouse glue that keeps my eyes tight.

With great difficulty I was finally able to move my eyelids slowly.

"San, are you conscious?" doctor Hasan's voice rang out loud in the ears.

I glanced slowly but could not move my whole face to look at him.

"Hm," That's all I can answer because it turns out my throat feels dry and my mouth in a small hosepipe.what the fuck? my grumbling in my heart

"Thank God! you just had surgery. Because your left leg and hand are broken.There is also a part of your thigh that was torn quite badly!" obviously brief.

I was surprised to hear such an explanation how severe was the wound I was going through?

"Now you can sleep again. rest a lot.don't think too much!" whispered again.

And for some reason, I was very sleepy.when I just realized from my sleep. The more I fight, then I will be more sleepy.

•••

This morning my room sounded very noisy and crowded.I opened my eyes slowly.I saw doctor Hasan was talking to the doctors and nurses in my room

Can't they talk outside? it really just disturbs my sleep.

"Yes, this part if no more surgery is done, then he'll have trouble walking!" obviously one of the doctors I thought was a surgeon.

"This is also doc, the results are very surprising!" a nurse showed the file to Hasan's doctor.

Are they talking about me? is it true that I heard this? I won't be able to walk?

Instantly my body felt cold heat.What if it really happened? I won't be able to walk again?

I tried to shift my left foot in the middle of the inner pressure I was trying to tap.

IT'S HARD!

It's really hard.I can't feel my feet moving down there.

My body was stiff even though my soul was in a revolt to keep moving, but it was nil. not even my left hand could I move.

I was only able to move my eyeballs even though very slowly, my mouth was difficult to scream even though I wanted to.

Why doesn't God just make me die and torture my body like this....

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