Car

Growing up whom my father can repair the car himself, I take for granted about the car I drive every day. The basic stuff like changing the black oil (I am not sure if it really called black oil in English LOL), top the water, inflating the tire, go the workshop or change the water break (is that really a term) are things I took for granted because my father has settled it for me. Well, it is not that I am not try to be independent, but when it is the time for the car service, my father had took his charge without even I realize (justifying myself here XD)

However, it changed when my father is not around for umrah and I have no one to refer to when it come about the car stuff. I realize that the side bumper has loosened and it is kind of waiting for the time to take off. I don’t know if I have ever bumped into something but what I did remember is that I have once make it loosened when I accidentally made a wrong estimation to park 8 years ago after I got my license. And since that, it may be a bit loosened and after 8 years, it cannot hold anymore. Well, some conspiracy theory when people ask me, “Did you bumped into something? How does it happen?”

The first solution I should have known is go the workshop and even my friends and siblings told me to just go, they may be able to reattach it. And that is how the conflict begins. All people experience a first time of everything. Going to the school, attend the university, talking to people etc. As for me, this is the first I need to go the workshop by myself. Alone. I don’t know how to describe the feeling but it just that the uncomfortable feeling being in a place full of men and you are like the woman who doesn’t know anything, asking to repair your car and even you are not sure the name of the part that drop off.

I know that there are workshops nearby in my house. I started the engine, drove there and look around. Along the way, I think a lot of things, the possibility, the scripts what should I explain the mechanics. When I slowed down at one of the workshop, I feel that people were staring at me. As if I went into the wrong shop and I seemed to be lost.

I decided not to stop. I continue to drive to look for another workshop with less people so that I can explain what happen to my car without bothering a lot of people staring at me. But yeah. All the thoughts keep lingering In mind that I actually don’t go to any of the workshop and just drive back to my home.

I don’t regret not going because I am really too shy to ask. But I just worry what will happen the next day because I will be driving the car to PICC and can the side bumper stay for a long time?

To be continued…