Motorcycle accident

Miserable motor crash

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Here's my story:

          It was Tuesday the 3^rd around seven when I was driving my sister to her school, special school for disability students. I didn’t feel very well actually, I’ve been sick for three days and still drank medicines on that morning. I was weak and I could feel my motorcycle didn’t run stably. So I had to pay attention to everything before my eyes and my motor speedy. Luckily for me, I always wore my helmet, jacket, wasn't a speed demon, and my sister had been in her school.

On my way home, approximately right in the middle of Sukarno Hatta bridge, I saw two old men walking on the road side. One of them was pushing a carriage and another pulling a bicycle. They walked right in front of me. I shouldn’t have avoided him but I couldn’t. my body was too weak to do that. Brushing past an old man pulling bicycle I fell down into the ground. I knew that laying a bike down in an accident is bad, but as that thought occurred to me, and fortunately many people came around and help bringing me at the side of the road. They handled me, my motorcycle, and of course the old man. A girl took me to the hospital, called my boy friend and my daddy. My daddy is not here actually. He and my family are in Kalimantan and I thought the only one I can ask for help here is only my boyfriend. But unexpectedly , my uncle came and see my condition. He talked as if he cared a lot to me he suggested me to went home with him. In fact all of my relatives here in Semarang didn’t care to me. They just like stranger having fake face!

Fortunately, hearing a bad news, my dad directly flied to Semarang. He came here to take care of me. I and my sister felt very happy.