the dashboard was covered with shattered glass. bags, papers, pillows and clothes were thrown to different places. our car hit 3 concrete barriers lining the expressway. traffic was getting heavier. patrol guys were asking me if i was ok.
i looked at the driver's seat and it was already empty. J was out of the car looking for the bus driver who hit our car. I can't move. I felt numb.
i managed to come out of the car and felt my knees shake a bit and tried to sit on one of the barriers for support. i was silent.
it was supposed to be our first road trip together - to celebrate our third year anniversary
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Saturday afternoon, after shopping for some stuff to bring for our trip, i called the resort to confirm our reservation. But the lady informed me that we cannot tour potipot island. So, I impulsely decided to cancel that trip. And called Sherjo and asked for a nice alternative. He suggested Kinabuhayan in Dolores, Quezon.
I searched for Kinabuhayan bed and breakfast on the net and the place looks relaxing.
I called Kinabuhayan and booked a room. We planned to take a Jam bus in Buendia the next morning.
Sunday morning...
J decided to bring a car since it was only a 3-hour drive. I told him, it's impractical because the bus fare will only cost us 100 pesos each.
He had a hard time deciding (he's really fickle) and finally opt to bringing the car.
I was sweetly arguing with him about him driving. And he just told me to kiss him on his cheek so I shut up 
I was blissfully happy, that finally, we were on our way to our long-planned trip together. We were happily talking about anything.
Then, there was a call from Jay (owner of the bread and breakfast). He was a bit anxious and asked us, "you're not on your way aren't you?"
He thought we are staying at his place on Monday, but it was immedietely settled. Jay was accomodating.
I thought to myself that something was stopping us to go on with our vacation. First, Potipot island was not accessible, and second, there was a misunderstanding with our Kinabuhayan reservations.
We were joking and talking about what to do in Dolores when suddenly I saw this bus swerving from the right lane to our lane. J tried to step on his brakes but too late. the bus hit the side of the car and we were swept to the left, hitting the concrete barriers.
if not for the second car (who got hit at the rear by another bus) chased the bus who hit us, the Jam bus wouldn't halt. planning to get away?
an hour later, i found myself at the police station. investigation was taking place, statements were taken from the drivers. i just sat there. thinking what had just happened to us
i was traumatized. until now, i can still hear the sound of scraping metals. i can still clearly see the bus swerving to our side, and feel being dragged helplessly to those concrete barriers. it was my first time to be involved in a vehicular accident, my first time to be in a police station, my first time to hear medico legal....
God is really kind, He protected us from the mishap.. although i until now im scared to look at the road, i am still thankful we came out of the car scot-free..
