Aftermath

Thanks God, I finally persuaded my mechanic friend to fix my brother’s motorcycle! He’s just taken it to his shop and hopefully, in two-week time, it’s done. For now, my brother will have to walk, commute, or borrow my Honda125. He will really miss his ‘Raider’. He once though of selling it but I guess it has so much sentimental value so he kept it even at my mother’s protest—something to do with superstitious belief—

Anyway, it’s going to be a huge expenditure but I think he has huge savings. Besides he’s going to collect his and his motorcycle’s insurance, so that will settle all obligations. I’m just worried that something might happen to his brain, his attitude’s a bit change and I can see that. He’s too silent all these time. He won’t talk or at least tell a story… maybe talk about how he feels and what’s going on in his mind. Maybe he’s too afraid to say something, because the bottom line is: it’s his fault.

Not that I’m trying to blame him, but that is a fact. He knows it, I know. Anyway, everything is past now and there’s no point digging bones. We have bigger problems to settle now, like we are being the talk of the town. I think we are being blamed for the death of my cousin. Unfair, isn’t it? That was an accident; nobody will look forward on having accident. But that’s life I guess. We might as just endure the current situation.