How was my first 'first time' story? Boleh la!! Ceh...Tak de feeling langsung... FINE!!
My next story would be my first encounter on saving a life. I'm giving some clues here. An animal. Hairy. In the middle of a road. Bleeding. Unconscious. What is it?
It was a monkey.
The story started like this. Once upon a time, I was already late to go to work in one sunny Saturday. I drove like a drunk driver but in much controlled way. I took my usual route to go to work. However, when I reached one junction after traffic light, I noticed a body of unconscious male monkey in the middle of the road. Most of the vehicles tried to avoid from hitting the monkey. My heart started to sink. I can't concentrate on my driving. My head kept telling me that I should pull over and moved that monkey to the side. I kept telling myself that I was the Chosen One. I was granted with this kind of thought that not everyone has.
What I did was, yeah, I pulled over even though I was affirmatively late to go to work. I ran to the middle of the road as fast as I could in my high heels. Then I grabbed its rough hairy hands without thinking of our safety and I pulled it under a tree by the side of the road. It took me a few long breaths to stabilise myself. I was shaken. It was my first time doing this and I was afraid and proud at the same time. No word can describe my real feeling at this time.
It still breathing weakly and warm. I laid it nicely and left with strong gut and intuition that it would be just fined once it regained its consciousness. When I went back to my car, I ain't drive straight away. I watched the monkey for a couple of minutes and tears sprung from my eyes. I cried because there was a female monkey climbed down the tree and got closer to the unconscious body of its family. The female monkey then touched it slowly and convincingly to wake the innocent hit and run victim. I can't no longer wait and I started the engine.
As I past the monkey slowly, the female monkey looked attentively to me through the window. I gave a goodbye wave after it sent me a grateful thanks look. My heart sunk and my tears sprung free. Later that evening, I went back to the location but the body was no longer there. I can conclude here the monkey has regained its consciousness and lived happy and healthy. Every morning I watch the group of monkeys hanging from the tree to tree without failure to pray on their safety and health.
YES I BELIEVED I AM THE CHOSEN ONE
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