
Aping rode his vespa slowly amidst the darkening sky. Somehow the streets that usually pass Aping suddenly quiet.
Like a passageway of time ready to swallow Aping. In the distance, a car is seen in the field of eight thugs at once.
There is only one passenger option in it. Death or coma in the hospital. Set three money. It's the same as not being able to choose. Aping approached them. Get off the bike and pretend to look for a cat who is fond of car tires. The thugs look at the wonder at once eneg with the act of Aping.
When Aping got closer to the car. The thugs point their sharp weapons.
Aping - Aping try if the position of others in that place may be better not to save yourself than to deliver lives to the hordes of thugs.
Either because of the frequency of brain short circuit Aping so rather meslek from its place.
Aping is not the least bit daunted. Although the thugs are heavy-bodied.
Bruugh prang clontang kreekk plaak.
The sound of horror sounds appeared among the eight enemies of one person. Aping's kick and punch made the thugs and his weapon goosey.Some of their bones were cracked. With a bonyok face right there.
With great difficulty they ran away from Aping. The middle-aged man appeared from inside the car. Smile to Aping. Approaching him.
"What's your name, son?" said it.
"Aping sir," while shaking the father's hand.
"Call me Mr. Jaya" while handing over his business card.
Aping nodded and received the card.
" I'm very grateful you saved my father from the thugs. If it can come tomorrow to that address," pointed towards the business card in Aping's hand.
"InsyaAlloh my sir will come," said Aping while saying leave.
By riding his vespa Aping back through the cold night.
There was a feeling of pleasure in his heart. He is not useful to those in need.
A smile on his lips.
*****
The next day Aping kept his promise to meet Mr. Jaya according to his office address. After school, Aping immediately drove to one of the capital's skyscrapers.
Aping approached the receptionist and asked the whereabouts of Pak Jaya and showed the name card given by Pak Jaya. The receptionist then contacted Jaya's secretary.
"Please take your sister down to the tenth floor of the elevator," pointed to the elevator to the right of Aping.
Soon Aping went to the elevator and went inside to the tenth floor.
Aping wondered why he should be here.
But he didn't know the man very well.
His footsteps brought to the front of the room that read The President.
A secretary approached him.
" Are you called Aping?" ask the secretary to make sure.
Aping nodded. Then he was brought into that room.
"Excuse me sir, brother Aping is already here," said the woman with courtesy and immediately left the room.
Pak Jaya then embraced Aping's shoulders.
"Sit down first Aping."
Aging according and sat on the sofa of the room.
Looking around him was full of amazement.
"Sir Aping I am very grateful because yesterday you saved me. In return, accept this," while offering a check paper with a nominal value of one hundred million rupiah.
Aping stared in confusion.
"Sorry sir I can't take it," handed back the check.
"Don't push that kid for you."
"Sorry sir I can't take it yet."
Pak Jaya sighed. There are still good children in this world. Her thought.