Terrorised

It was tonight when my dad brought our whole family back to our hometown to celebrate Mooncake Festival.



The catch is, 45 minutes before arriving, my dad encountered a motorcycle accident - which I suspected to be the Mat Rempits' race. Three motorcycles fallen at once before my dad took the corner. It did scared the crap out of us but my dad seems to be able to keep his cool by avoiding the people that lied in his way. Most unfortunately, he dodged a living human just to crash onto his motorcycle.

The bike was completely crushed, while the lower part of our car were damaged. Just before my dad think about asking them for compensation, the mat-rempits started to make aggresive moves. From what I recall, the guy whom my dad had saved his life sped away on another motorcycle, leaving behind his buddies to do the blackmailing.

Note that the road we were on were rural, so it's really hard to stop a passer-by for help. The lowlifes started to bring a big metal stick and approached our car. Hell yeah we were panicked. They demanded my dad to come out to 'negotiate' for the damage he 'had done'. I was learning that a brute don't give a crap about reasoning with you even if he is wrong, so don't bother debating with this kind of dumbasses. It is now what I perceive to be the exhibition of strength.

Of course, my dad alone couldn't handle the incoming 'reinforcements'. We were surrounded by motorcycles and cheap cars belonging to the opposition.

My mom was the most panicked living person in our car that time. I'm not sure how many times had she called my uncles to come to where we were in 5 minutes time. Even in that kind of situation, I find myself laughing at her. She almost cried out of fear that they may beat the crap out of my dad, which I think they won't have the guts to do that. The whole family remembered their plate numbers, and by the way, my 'gangster' uncles were on their way.

I kept track of my dad from the backseat, informing my mom every second that they haven't start beating dad yet.

After a few minutes that seems to take forever, the roads were bright with the headlights of my uncles. They brought at least 5 cars of men. Wow. They arrived like chariots in the midst of a losing battle, which reminded me of the part in LOTR where Gandalf charged from the canyon.

Kids will always be kids, no matter how tough they were advertising themselves as, they dropped their sticks the moment my uncles stepped out from the car. My uncles demanded them to settle this on the police station the civilized way.



I accompanied my brother and sister back to my grandmother's house in one of their cars while my parents and few of the uncles brought them to the police station.

At around 3 am, my parents were home. They told us that those rempits almost shit their pants after getting a scolding from the police, who threatened to throw them into jail for blackmailing. We had a good laugh, after being terrorised.

One of my uncles told me that, if they have already started beating dad when they arrive, they made an oath to make sure none of them will have a glimpse of tomorrow. And that's the punchline.