Perfect

All the passengers got off at Tangkak, I was the only passenger left on the 40 seater’s bus heading towards Segamat. The road is sandwiched by the palm oil estate with no other vehicle on sight. I feel nervous and uneasy. Suddenly the driver has a seizure and loss consciousness. The bus lost control and bumped into the gutter. I almost had a concussion. “Damned!” I thought, “The pill I slipped into his drink works earlier than expected!” I put on the gloves and walk towards him. “No motive, no evidence…perfect!” I smiled.