Author Culun

Is it all over?

"Wooohhhh lookout!!" the man shouted like a young man. He rode a black race bike with a helmet-covered head and face.

Rila was shocked to hear the scream, until his bike stopped right in the middle of the road and his body was tense so he could not be moved so shocked when he saw a large motorbike that was likely to hit him.

The young man who was riding the motorbike also hit the brakes by tilting his motorbike until the jeans were torn and the skin of his legs slightly scratched due to shifting with the road wall.

Blowing wind from the movement of the motorbike makes the view and balance of Rila on the bike so dropped with his bike.

"Damn!" growled The young man.

Silent, the young man also repaired his motorbike and then climbed back up while cleaning his pants that appear on the knee that bleeds. He turned around the direction the intention wanted to return as if he did not care about the girl he wanted to run over.

"The road does not see, the eyes are not used" he said. When he wanted to turn on the motor suddenly he locked his intention to hear the sound of sobs slowly.

The young man was surprised, he had looked back to see the figure of the girl sitting down beside the bicycle with her head on the bow. He got off the bike and approached the girl who seemed to be crying.

"Cihh, just cry ugly girl." Instead of helping the young man instead mocked in his haughty tone. He reached into his pants pocket and took some money and threw it on the face of the girl he saw so ugly in thick glasses and tied two hair like horns and his clothes were striking.

It was heartless, he went back to his bike and got on top of it. Then turn it on and leave just like that.

While Rila, the girl lowered her head hiding her cries. It felt sad to be mixed with the problems that had befallen him just now. It felt like he was screaming loudly venting all his anger at the moment, but he knew it was not the right time.

Rila saw the money that had been thrown by the man scattered around him. Seeing that Rila was not willing to pick it up while shedding tears.

"Money like this is wasted, does that person have no heart? he didn't think of the many hard people out there who needed him the most. Hikss .. hikss." Rila kept the money in his pants pocket. Then he stood up while shaking his clothes and taking off his glasses.

Suddenly, a burly hand reached out, revealing a piece of tissue to Rila's face.

Rila immediately followed the hand until she looked up at her face.

"Sir Ali?" tanya Rila turned her body to the figure of a middle-aged man wearing a sports uniform with green pants and a white shirt with green stripes on his arm. Floating garuda on his chest.

"Son Rila why are you crying?" ask the man named Ali, or often Rila called Mr. Ali. The new street janitor who often cleans the wall in the complex where Rila lived was two weeks ago.

Mr. Ali looked gently at the girl who immediately hid her face by bowing her head. The middle-aged man pulled Rila's hand and placed a tissue in the center of her palm.

Rila looked at the tissue on her palm and then used it to wipe away the tears around her eyelids as well as her wet cheeks.

Mr. Ali smiled and approached Rila's bicycle and lifted it to help him stand back up. Then fix the cardboard that wants to untie the rope on the bike.

After wiping away her tears. Rila put his glasses back on and looked at the figure of the middle-aged man who helped him.

If my father were like Mr. Ali, Rila's inner.

"Come, follow uncle, we find a comfortable place not far from here to rest." Mr. Ali pushed Rila's bike while walking slowly to take the straight path to the direction that Rila was headed before being hit by people.

Rila also walked beside Pak Ali who pushed his bike.

***

Rila and Ali were sitting in a chair in front of the bookstore. The long-sleeved chair leaning against the wall was not far from the side of the store entrance. While Rila's bicycle parked on the side of the road because the location of the store in front of the highway is quite large.

There was a sweet smile on Rila's lips after crying earlier, it was because he looked at a book in his hand.

"Well, the new edition of the novel just came out, thank you so much uncle," said Rila. He flipped through the thick book in his current grasp and opened the sheets of paper in the form of writing.

"Hehehe, did you call uncle?" pak Ali asked with a big smile looking at Rila's happy face.

"Yes uncle, you take me to this place, this store is my favorite place to read books or borrow and buy the latest fiction novel book from my idol author, he said, thank you so much my uncle so remember that today has already been published." Rila hugged the book like she didn't want to lose, so happy.

Ali smiled warmly. He swept over Rila's head of hair gently.

"Thank God you've returned to smiling sweet boy," praised Pak Ali who made Rila suddenly look up his head on his face.

"Sweet? no uncle people say I'm an ugly girl," ketus Rila shook his head.

Mr. Ali kept smiling, "for uncle you're a cute and funny boy, see your hair pigtails are adorable" he said.

Rila covered her face with the novel book she was holding. Feeling very embarrassed to accept the middle-aged man's praise to her.

Ali was silent again. He looked up at the blue sky so bright, accompanied by white clouds layered with different unique shapes.

"Look at the sky." Mr. Ali pointed up at the sky he was staring at.

Rila suddenly dropped back the novel book she was holding and joined in staring at the blue sky while repairing her sagging glasses.

"It looks very bright, broad and colorful. You know son why the sky is so wide? sometimes he's bright in the morning and sometimes he's dark at night or in the rain?" A knotty smile stuck on Pak Ali's lips.

"I don't know uncle," replied Rila shaking her head while looking at the sky.

"We are like the sky. A bright one to be able to illuminate this environment, coloring the life in this world, very beautiful but when it is dark he is not able to withstand the dust pollution that makes the clouds accumulate thicker until it covers itself until it becomes dark and rain falls" said Pak Ali.

"Like the sky, man also once felt tired and resigned to life, where he felt very heavy to bear the things that continue to befall every day. He tried hard and hard to live it. But behind that every human has a strong desire, a dream every remember him has painted a simple smile but many meanings behind it,"

Rila's eyes glazed over Mr. Ali's words while looking up at the sky.

"Uncle once felt very resigned to this life because the dream of uncle who could not be realized when he was like Rila, and now uncle became like this is also a small dream uncle. Although uncle's big dream did not materialize but at least uncle had a small dream can be like this, clearing the way is a small dream and uncle's pleasure," lontar Pak Ali again who was so touching Rila's heart heard it.

"So simple, Son Rila." Pak Ali glanced at Rila who was bowing his head. It's like hiding a sad face.

Mr. Ali smiled rubbing behind Rila's back.

"Uncle, if what we want in this world fails what will uncle do?" ask Rila. He tried to dare look at the man's face.

Mr. Ali smiled, he pulled his hand back and turned his gaze to look straight ahead.

"If it fails, uncle will build up another desire because that desire is limitless Son. But if you can still try and be given the opportunity to achieve our dreams then pursue it. Indeed, a dream is never too late for us to pursue because opportunities will always come if we want to try." Mr. Ali stood his seat while reaching into his sports pants pocket.

Rila nodded her head digesting Pak Ali's words while thinking and saying inwardly. Is it all over? his inner.

Mr. Ali typed something on the phone he picked up in his pocket and put it back in.

"Son Rila, uncle go first, taxi has come do you want to come? uncle will go to the compound where you live," bargained Mr. Ali looked at Rila.

"No uncle thank you, I will return later, because it is still continuing the trade," Rila politely declined.

"All right." Pak Ali rushed to the side of the road with a taxi waiting for him. He got in the taxi and left.

Rila smiled, after the passing of Mr. Ali. He stood up and approached the intent bicycle wanting to continue his trade back.

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