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Residences

On the side of the road, a student who had just returned from campus at 5pm stood in confusion beside his motorcycle. Yuna, she is Yuna, grumbling because the motor won't turn on.

"Normally not like this either.. This is what is not true? It's late in the afternoon, no one's helping me anymore."

Other vehicles just pass by, while Yuna continues to try to start her motorbike that never goes on.

His phone died, fortunately he brought a charger, he tried to walk around and drove his motorbike towards a stall that was only 3 meters from the corner there.

"Sir, can I come?" Yuna approached a man who was busy displaying goods in front of the shop.

And when the father looked ...

"W-wendy!" Yuna was shocked.

Wearing a jacket of a tangled suit, hair and a tangled face as well. He thought the fathers were children his age. Yuna was surprised, for a long time she had not seen the man she had always been chasing. And now, they met by accident.

"Y-Yuna right?" Wendy pointed and took a peek, looking at the woman in a blue suit, about 157 cm tall.

Yuna did not reply, she seemed to have lost her act. That made Wendy undo the question.

"I'm sorry, did you want to hurry up? That's his mom in the dalem, I'm just nitipin stuff here. Excuse me." Wendy walked past Yuna.

'Ah, maybe a similar person, obviously different from the real Yuna.'

Although he was clearly convinced that it was Yuna, he did not dare to extend it. From a long time ago, he was not familiar with Yuna.

"Wait around! Yes, I'm Yuna!" Yuna just answered.

'Degh!'

Wendy who was about to reach the motor was immediately silent on the spot. A blow suddenly entered into his chest.

"Ah, Yuna, long time no see ya, I also hardly know." Wendy turned stiff.

"Em, yes."

The two are facing each other. Wendy looked at Yuna's two hands that were ready with the phone and also the charger. As a sensitive person, he immediately walked back to the stall.

"Bu Jem, you want to check your phone!" Shouted Wendy taking action on her own.

The cell phone had been stamped and both of them were sitting in front of the table which was the only one in the stall. Yuna was silent, but Wendy understood and understood.

"Why are you here? The electricity in your house is dead, right?" Ask Wendy, although it's a little awkward.

"No, my bike's dead, so I can't go home." Yuna glanced at her motor.

"Can't you?"

"I don't know either."

Wendy was curious and wanted to check out Yuna's motor. Yuna nodded at the allowing sign. Wendy standardised the middle of the bike and then asked for the key. Distarter her several times but show no reaction.

Then Wendy grabbed her motorbike and on the experiment to the engine was immediately lit, immediately a bright expression emanated on Yuna's face.

"Berr.. Mber..."

"Drt.. Dt.. Dt.. Dt.."

But not how long the bike back dead, and Yuna's face also back to mourning. For a few minutes Wendy investigated, then she opened her motorcycle seat.

"Is there no tang?" Wendy saw that the trunk was neatly clean, she found nothing but a pair of white sneakers.

"The guy? Wh-wh-what for? I never took him."

Wendy did not answer, she immediately went to his skull black motor. He dropped the bag still containing it on the ground, then he took a pliers from under his motorcycle seat.

(Rombong bag/root aka a freight bag. It's a loh that can make carrying goods on the right and left side of the motor).

After getting the pliers, Wendy came back to Yuna's motorbike. He seemed busy twisting things, while Yuna who knew nothing just bowed and watched.

"How long don't you change the oil?" Wendy said as she picked up a pipette-shaped object.

"Oil change? I don't know, I never checked it."

Dipstick shows motor oil that is black and almost dry. Obviously the engine is off, maybe he's hot because he's been working extra.

'Buset, so for 8 months what's he been doing? Not afraid of what?'

Wendy found the problem. He then kept his pliers back and tidied his troupe bag back on the motorbike.

"What's wrong?" Yuna asked as she sat back down with Wendy.

"The origin is almost dry, it must be replaced."

"Ohh, I don't know. So the one that looks like a pipette is where the oil is?"

"Pipette?" Wendy did not understand, but Yuna ignored her and now looks busy daydreaming.

'Hm.. Bang Sandi just wanted me to make a service, but at that time the bike was not damaged.'

Yuna thought that as long as the motorbike was still running and running smoothly, she did not need to take it to the workshop. Dry oil is not noticeable, mber. tire is bare but not deflated, gas! The important thing is gasoline, because there is no motor gasoline also can not turn on.

Because he was ignored, Wendy went to open the showcase and took two bottles of drinks. He put one on the table and the other one he ate left, it seemed he was very thirsty.

"Tuition kids must be busy, huh?" Wendy's pleasantries after finishing her drink.

"Em, not really."

"Keep, why don't you ever change the oil?"

"I don't think the oil needs to be replaced."

Let alone changing the oil, knowing that part is where the oil is also new now. Wendy could only gawk at Yuna's innocent speech, she understood, women rarely chatted on their own motorcycles.

"Hadeh.. Change the oil is mandatory, if the oil runs out your engine can also be damaged."

Yuna just rounded her lips trying to digest Wendy's words. But he doesn't understand at all.

"Then, what should I do now?" Ask Yuna.

"Yes, he should have been taken to the workshop, but from here he was a bit far from the workshop."

"Yeah.."

"Try me to call Si Anang, but he can help."

Anang's house is near here, and now he must be at home because he is unemployed. Wendy called Anang directly.

"Nang, you got no oil at home? The former is also not papa, I'm in Warung Bu Ijem nih, hunted."

"Abis maghrib, the responsibility." Sahut Anang's.

"Ehh, hunted. Emergency is an emergency!"

"Ahh.yeah yes wait, I otw."

5 Minutes later.

"Berekbek.. Defender.. Defender.."

A motorbike carrying people stopped parking there. That person was certainly Anang, from the top of the motorbike his gaze was fixed on Yuna. He walked with a careful look towards Yuna.

"Widiihh, who is it? Yuna is it?!" Anang immediately extended his hand.

"D-yes." Yuna shook Anang's hand.

'But I haven't struggled at all.'

Seeing Anang who easily got a hand job from Yuna, Wendy felt envious.

"Where is it? Never seen it." Anang took a seat in front of Yuna.

"I went to college in Bandung, it's just coming home."

"Well? Far away. So what's wrong there?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Both look good at chatting. The atmosphere immediately changed as if fireworks had just been lit. As for Wendy, she felt deceived.