The Trip.

It was the loud noise that startled me... Metal against metal... Honkings from cars nearby....And also the man's sudden appearance. My mind was in a state of shock to the extent of not being able to produce any words that could make my friend, who was driving my silver hench-back 6 year old car (that had quite a number of scratches from the previous hits) turn his face to the direction where the motorcyclist seemed unprepared to clench his brake and had zero unwillingness to predict his possible injuries or whether or not he would make it out the hit alive.
Up to this day, the man's reaction when he fell off his motorcycle after his unstoppable motorcycle hit my car still remains unforgettable. His hands were raised in the air, his eyes were static as they looked up to the sky, his body was pulled down by the gravity and so was his hope to avoid the collision. He went missing from my sight and i began to worry about my car's damage. The hit was not that severe but i knew my friend would be severely attacked by the injured motorcyclist or so i thought and i would receive severing lectures from my parents.
As my friend got out of the car, i noticed his disoriented moves and wild eyes. My fear then, was him getting kicked, punched and hit by the motorcyclist himself and also by the taxi drivers that got out of their cabs in anger while yelling at my friend for not being aware of the incoming motorcycle. I sat in the car and my head was filled with curiousities. After awhile, the motoryclist was assisted by a few people to get him back up on his feet and then everybody started to disappear.. I assume it is because they blocked the road by stopping their cars and trying to get involved.
My friend got back into the car after gently  tapping the motoryclist's shoulder and pointing his finger to the sidewalk to indicate that he was asking the motoryclist to wait for him there while he searched for a space to park the car. Not far from where the accident happened, both of us made our ways to the motorcylist and i could only feel the heat on my face that signaled my fear and worry. As my friend confronted the man and carefully asked him what he wanted so that we would not cause him anger and illogical requests as the 'victim', i stood next to him and started analyzing the motorcyclist that appeared quiet and calm when he was not naturally supposed to. My friend picked up a newspaper off the road and asked for my pen, it took awhile for me to realize that the man we hit was actually mute but not deaf. My friend was having a nonverbal communication with the mute motorcyclist by writing in between blank spaces on the newspaper and the man responded the same way. We asked him if he was okay and if he wanted a ride to the nearest clinic, he shook his head while frowning and wrote "i am late for work". It was a very calm 'conversation' until he demanded for RM50. I was broke at the time and my friend, on the other hand found it ridiculous for somebody who did not even suffer from cuts or bruises let alone serious injuries to be asking for such amount. He then nonverbally told him that it was also his fault for not stopping his motorcycle when all the other cars did to give us a way to make a right turn and the fact that he was on the right lane topped it off, also the damage of our car was much more severe compared to his motorcycle as the car's front bumper has incompletely detached. We offered him RM20 instead but he refused to take the money and got on his motorcycle with empty hands. My friend stopped him and patted his shoulder. He offered him RM30 instead and the demanding  motorcyclist accepted the RM50 note while putting on a struggling act to give us back the RM20 change. The three of us parted ways as soon as my friend reached out his hand to perform a handshake and the motorcyclist smiled at my friend after he told him to take care of himself.
We could have had a nasty ending where my friend would have returned home with bruised fists after giving hundreds of punches to anybody who was trying to attack him or he himself would have gotten serious injuries from the fight that typically would happen if you ever hit anyone on the road. Despite the intensity and the pressure to come up with a way to inform my parents about the damage of the car, i refused to let those negativities and stress affect me, my friend and our trip to Kuala Lumpur. Even though i knew i would face a different yet stressful problem at home, the whole hitting a mute motorcyclist experience could have been worst.