The day the police wanted me to kill me.
Last Sunday, I attended a funeral in Membakut. It was my dad’s half sister’s hubby who passed away after suffering a stroke 3 months ago. He was in a semi-conscious state since then and finally breathed his last on Friday.
However, this entry is not about the funeral, it is what happened to me on the way back to KK. I was driving my dad’s kembara with my nephew sitting on the front passenger side while my parents were at the back.
My brother was driving my sister’s Matrix. Together with him was his wife, my sister and my other nephew.
While passing through Kinarut, the medium sized single-lane road, I was driving not so slow and not too fast either cuz the road was a bit zig-zag, so quite dangerous.
Then out of the corner, a VIP convoy appeared and was going the opposite direction. In front was the police escort, in a Waja. I heard their siren just about the same time that I saw them.
Suddenly, the police Waja swerved into my lane! I uttered “SIAL!” and swerved the car out of the road to avoid crashing head on! I think the left side tyres went off the road but I managed to slow the car down and direct it back on to the tarred road.
