The ABC and D of Adventure! (Part 2)

(continuation)

So we got out of the car to check what really happened. With a wild imagination like mine, I initially thought the car would explode and we'd be blown into pieces of red meat with shattered beige-colored teeth (there you go, not white I told you). The car had to be parked to the side of the road so Justin (not Bieber) started the engine. For five seconds, the engine roared and it gave him enough time to move the car and avoid collision with any vehicle from opposite directions. When the hood was opened, it looked like an oven and the smoke was coming from the radiator. We found out it actually overheated. The solution's simple, we thought. Get some water, fill up the empty tank, let the car cool off a bit then off to our destination where a scrumptious lunch is waiting. I think we all had this same thought. Though we were almost in the middle of nowhere, there were farmers nearby who were kind enough to lend us their pail full of water. 

While we noticed Justin's effort to fill up the radiator did not stop and the pail of water became almost empty, we looked under the car and found out water leaking from the radiator. Great! The radiator's leaking so now what? Our hope of eating lunch dwindled and the thought of grilled fish being prepared by our host Noralre (repeat the word 99 times and see if you don't get tongue-tied) aggravated our unfortunate situation. 

B - BELIEVE IN PRAYERS FOR A GOOD SAMARITAN TO PASS BY

We sent an SOS message to Noralre and told her to bring a mechanic, some water, detergent and the food she prepared for us. The detergent was suggested by the farmer to be used as a sealant but I couldn't picture out how until now. Anyway, Justin called our common friend Al Ganas who's from the same town as Noralre and asked for help. He wasn't available but the good thing was, his brother was on his way home and he would pass by our starving faces in a few minutes. Thank God a good samaritan is on his way to lend a helping hand! After a mouthful of Cadbury chocolate bar courtesy of Keren/Itik Balon and some left over macaroons I bought earlier, a red 4x4 pick up pulled over in front of us. The driver, in red shirt, stepped out and Justin, who was also in red, came to him and greeted him. "They're all in red!", we chorused. Now I know why red is considered lucky for Chinese culture (I'm not Chinese but my grandfather has a Chinese-sounding middle name and I don''t know... I'm just sayin'.).

Dewdew, the good samaritan in red, offered to take us to our destination so we could finally satisfy our growling stomach (maybe our gastric parasites were in protest). But the car had to be brought to a repair shop first so we filled up the radiator and hoped it would give us ample time to reach the shop that was around two or three kilometers away. The rest of my friends went with Dewdew while Justin drove the car to the shop with me in the passenger seat (moral support was all I could offer at this point). After leaving the car in the shop with a trustworthy mechanic, we jumped into the back of Dewdew's red pick up and off we went to our lunch date with Cherry. Wait, who's Cherry?

TO BE CONTINUED...