Kampua Talk

I was woken up early this morning (something I don’t normally do) to go for breakfast with my paternal grandparents, a weekly routine. After breakfast, my dad and I brought my grandmother for her wet-market shopping after dropping my mom off at work. To cut the not-so-important details, we fetched the two old folks back to their home after that. Being golden-to-rusty (gold don’t rust, I know! So you can imagine how old they are) citizen, my grandparents need all the help that is needed to get into and out of the car.

Malaysian cars are designed in such a way that they are not senior citizen-friendly (nor handicap-friendly, nor human friendly) so the old folks had to grab whatever angle that were grab-able to get out of the unfriendly car. My grandfather got out from the passenger side behind the driver while my grandmother got out from the other side. My father got out from the driver side, helping to bring in the purchases from the wet market, not realizing that my grandfather had grabbed the frame in between the front and back door, my father slammed the door shut, sandwiching my grandpa’s fingers in between the door. Struggling to free his fingers from becoming minced meat, my grandpa pushed and pressed whatever that were push-and-press-able in sight. He accidentally pressed the lock button at the driver’s door. Nobody noticed!

My father helped my grandmother out from the car and closed the door. Then my dad asked me to drive home. But…all the doors were locked! With the engine running! DANG!

My grandparents have this habit of locking the door once they got into the house. I couldn’t get into the house to call for help. DOUBLE DANG!!! After what felt like forever for the door to open, my puzzled grandmother asked what happened. I explained briefly. Then, *sweat* she told my grandfather about what happened. My grandfather seemed to tune her out because there was no reaction from him. Hahaha!

I called my mom, asked her to go home and get the spare car key. There was only one problem. She did not have the house keys with her! The one we brought with us were locked in the car. *sweat* I said: “Never mind! Wake your sleeping son (my brother) up! He’ll pass you the key!” Luckily he kept his hand phone reachable to him so there was no problem waking him up.

My mom’s colleague brought her over and we managed to open the car door to prevent more petrol from burning away just like that! (What?! Petrol is not cheap lah wei! Who ask your government to increase petrol all the time lor!). Okay, so we managed to get into the car in the end, or so I thought!

My mom then said that my maternal grandfather was being hit and run just moments ago! DAMN! *start cursing the person who knocked him down* The story was, my grandfather (this time, the grandfather from my mother side) wanted to go to the Sunday market. While crossing the road, he was knocked down by a motorcycle! *start cursing the motorcyclist again* But the motorcyclist did not stop to offer help whatsoever. He just rode off (!) leaving my grandfather bleeding and hurt on the road.

Fortunately, my aunt who was on her way to Sunday market as well saw my grandfather sitting by the roadside and bleeding, sent him to the nearest medical center. He was discharged for outpatient treatment. We went to their place but they were not at home. My aunt who lived next door was not at home as well. But my cousin said they brought my grandfather to the medical center again because he was feeling unwell. We rushed over and finally found the whole clan family (maternal grandparents’ son, daughter-in-laws, son-in-law, grandsons, grand-daughters and one great grandson) waiting outside the X-Ray room.

My grandfather’s left forehead was swollen and bleeding. Both of his knees were in bandages and his right wrist was bruised. His chin was bleeding as well. It did not help that he is a diabetic! *start cursing the motorcyclist* Well, I left before he went in for his X-ray. My uncle (his son-in-law) was nagging and lecturing all the while! O.O!!! People already injured and is still in shock, why lah you have to nag him? It’s not like he’ll absorb everything you said also. I guess my grandfather tuned him out as well! Bwahaha! (BTW, what’s with guys and their ability to tune out sound/noise ar?)

No police report was made. Nobody knows who knocked my grandfather down. Nor do we know whether it’s a he or a she, the type of motorcycle he/she drove, the colour of the motorcycle, never mind the registration number of the damn vehicle. There was no witness.

To whoever that hit my grandfather and ran away, there will be no peaceful night sleep for you. The least you could do after you injured someone was calling for the ambulance or something, not leaving him bleeding by the roadside, you idiot! Karma will befall you one day!