This entry is about what had happened to me, last week. Before Wednesday, November 16th 2011, my journeys to Singapore were always accompanied by my family members or friends and it is in a HAPPY mode as we always planned to do window shopping or taking pictures or simply said, refreshing there. But what happened last week, was totally different.
This entry was all about the Chinese-look girl standing beside me. This picture was taken on 2009, when she and her mother visited us at Malaysia, and then toogether, we visited Singapore. Her name is Eka Pratiwi. She is my mother's friend only daughter. We are not blood-connected, but because we have a good relationship, later in this entry, I'll just assumed her as my cousin and her mother as my aunt.
The story started when Eka and his boyfriend's family visited Singapore for a short 2-days-only trip. They (7adults and 2 babies) arrived at Singapore on November 11th, 2011 at night. They rented a house just near the Steven Roads. On November 12th, 2011, they planned to find some foods for breakfast by walking along the pedestrian line together while enjoying the forest-in-the-middle-of-city landscape of Singapore. When suddenly a van, in a high speed, hit them from behind.
Two adults were seriously injured. Eka's-sister-in-law-to-be passed away at the moment before she could be brought to the hospital, while Eka, underwent comma in Tan Tock Seng Hospital for 6 days before she also passed away on November 18th, 2011.
I didn't know what was really happened at Singapore until my mom called me on November 13th. She informed me about the accident and asked me to go to Singapore if I had free time, to visit Eka and to accompany my aunt, give moral support and else. Find my boss, asking for permission from work for 3 days and I headed to Singapore on November 16th, 2011, 12pm, alone. At the same day, my sister, my brother in law and my nephew were also headed to Kelantan, for visiting a relative that also in a critical condition.
The bus stopped at Golden Mile Complex, at Beach Road. From there, I took taxi and reached Tan Tock Seng Hospital around 8.30pm. Saw her for the first time, lying in her hospital bed, I was speechless and shocked. She still unconscious and her body was full of wires.
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I'll make this entry short.
On November 17th, 2011, me, my aunt, and Eka's boyfriend's family, went to a police station to do some report. I accompanied my aunt to make reports since my aunt could not speak English fluently. Though I always go to police office (my mom works at police office), it is the first time in my life I did all the report things and stuffs.
On November 18th, 2011, in the morning, Doctors of Eka, met us and explained to us that her condition was getting worse. They also said that that day was the determination day, whether she could survive or not. A very very sad moment, when my aunt was just like she could collapse anytime. :'(
We surrounded her bed most of the time at that day, read Surah Yassin and prayed for her. Saw the number of her blood pressure, her oxygen intake of her lungs, her brain pressure in the screen near her bed, went up and down, brought nightmares to all of us. It was 8.30pm, when all of us, went to down to the cafe to have dinner. It's only five minutes at the cafe, when the nurse called us and all of us went upstairs in a mix feeling. Once we reached her room, the unstable numbers on the screen just now were all 0 and the nurse said, she already passed away just a few minutes ago. She died because of severe brain damage, lungs infection, broken heart and some broken bones. A very, very, very said moment when you have to hug a mother that just lost her only daughter. :'(
On November 19th, 2011, in the afternoon. After underwent the autopsy, me, my aunt, her families and an Ustadzah, went to a Masjid near Kranji, to wash Eka's body and to wear her the kafan. Though I have seen the wash processing of a body (when my father passed away), this moment was truly, truly different. It is my another first experience that I won't forget for the rest of my life.
A moment after that, we did the solat Jenazah together and read Surah Yassin again. On 11.30pm, on the same day, I took bus back to KL while Eka's body and all her family members, would take flight to Jakarta, then to Palembang for the funeral, the next morning.
Well, that was all my experience last week. This incident told us how life's truly unpredictable and you should use your age at your best. Because no one knows, when Israil will fetch us.
Last, goodbye to Eka and yuk Etty, may your souls rest in peace there and Allah accept all your good deeds. Amin. Al-Fatihah.
Silv3r
