Bony The Scooter

ch.1 - The past of Akbar and Bony

The culmination of love is when 2 people cannot communicate with each other but quietly the two pray for each other-quotes

　

　

"Yahoooooooo!!!!~~~~ Banguuun.. What time is it? he said he wanted a school list??"

Yeah, that's a loud voice from my mom's throat.

　

　

Belom started school but there was a loud alarm like this,

Maybe I should get used to every morning waking up with an alarm result throat mom later if I have officially entered SMA.

　

　

"Yes my mother brought me my darling." answered me rather lazily, because it was the result of staying up last night to make these eyelids still feel heavy to open,

I forced these eyes to glance at the digital clock beside my computer monitor.

　

　

04.30 am

　

　

"Oh my goodness Emaaak!!, at this hour, all the school lists, the sweeper just woke up for sure, disturbing people again beautiful dreams"

I started to get upset with the behavior of my sick mother like this.

　

　

" First Prayer first, not with the dawn prayer? that means your ears are covered by demons!" replied Mom with ease.

"Yesa Iyaa." I answered accordingly.

　

　

"Eh, what the hell??" my position at that time was still lying neatly on my bed and accidentally touching something wet in my boxer pants.

This is a little bit of a lithe liquid?? but what is liciin?? this what is it?? my mind is pura does not recognize the rest of the liquid in my pants, this,

"You need to take a shower, wet, anyway.."

my own murmurs saw the results of last night's beautiful dreams, yes, last night as I remember I dreamed of meeting a girl,

she is not too beautiful in my opinion, but her smile that until now I still imagine, her face was faint.

ordinary, random dreams like that are just forgotten.

　

　

I lazily got out of my bed and began to remove the tracks, afraid that my mother saw the "stain" of the rest of the beautiful dreams last night, must be very embarrassed if caught by my mother.

　

　

"Akbaar!!, Mum shopping to the market first yes,." in my village there is a special market clock.

The morning market starts from 5 am to 7 am, yes even though the morning market starts at 5, but already from 2 am the traders are ready on the field, he said, and of course vegetables and all kinds are still fresh, in contrast to the normal hour market, it must be trading the rest of the morning market, so many mothers who wake up early to hunt fresh vegetables.

"Yes maak, nitip buyin breakfast kayak usually yaa.." I replied spoiled.

After making sure my mother closed the front door, I immediately swiftly pulled my bed sheet, and took off my boxer pants, immediately I wrapped my athletic body with a towel. Immediately I stepped out of the room and headed for the bathroom, don't forget I soak my bed linen and pants in my mom's favorite washing machine.

"Ok, have a shower, now before prayer let the washing machine work."

I started tuning the washing machine to be full auto pilot.

"Hold, pray already, handsome?? so it must've been from donk's birth."

I muttered to myself while staring at my reflection in the mirror of my room.

Now it's time to make coffee, while waiting for my mother to go home shopping, enjoy coffee first.

The laundry is ready to be dried, with a cigarette in my mouth I started drying my laundry earlier, now is the time to wait for my mother while enjoying the morning accompanied by warm coffee and a cigarette.

"Assalmualaikum.." a sweet voice came from my doorstep.

"Waalaikum salaam" I replied as I opened the door. The one I was waiting for came, Mother came home with a basket of groceries.

My hand automatically welcomed my mother's luggage. I immediately brought it to the kitchen, where the kitchen is the territory of the mother, which not just anyone can seize the territory of his authority except my grandmother.

Now that the time for breakfast has come, my mother and I enjoy breakfast together punctuated by joking jokes during the morning, yes, my house is just the two of us, there should still be my sister, she said,his name is Yanuar but now he lives with uncle out of town, my uncle is the one who financed my adek school, so he lives with uncle and aunt there.

　

//flashbacks

　

While I?, first after graduating Junior High I immediately went to the capital looking for money to breed my adek school which at that time was still in the 1st Junior High School,

Me and Yanuar were only 3 years apart, so after I graduated Junior High, then it was my sister's turn to enter Junior High School.

　

　

Why do I have to go to the Capital? where are the mothers and fathers who are supposed to make a living?

My mother became a working woman in a neighboring country, while my father was out of nowhere, he left the three of us without saying goodbye leaving behind a myriad of problems and a pile of debt.

For that as a first child I felt responsible for living my brother.

But maybe it's fate, my mother got a bad employer, all the salaries that should have been sent to me and my brother was detained by my mother's employer, even we can not tell each other by letter.

(The time that has hempon only limited circles)

Little Yanuar and I had to get used to working hard from small to be able to eat, even though sometimes the neighbors felt sorry for us, but me and my brother can not continue to eat from the results of the compassion of others.

Without both parents, I am the head of this small household.

As a result I worked in the capital for my high school fees, and I always set aside money for me to go to school later, even though I was in the capital, but I still wanted to feel the sensation of being in high school, but I still wanted to feel the sensation of being in high school, from that little motivation, I always saved for my future.

　

Two years passed, I already had enough savings for me in school, and maybe enough for my first 1 year in High School.

My mother's employment contract had been reached, although initially it was a bit difficult to collect the salary held by my mother's employer, but finally the Agency that brought my mother to work abroad managed to cash out my mother's salary.

And now it's time for my mother to return home.When she got home, my grandmother told me everything that happened while she was working in the neighboring country, she said, including me who went to the capital to fund my school.

At first my mother was shocked and did not accept, because her son had to work, while what should be called a father no one knows where he is now.

But finally my mother was devastated and realized by my decision that must work for my brother. Now I can pay off all the debt, and the rest of the salary to fix the house.

As can Akbar routine during work in the capital city is to wake up early, pray at dawn, shower, breakfast and go to work so porters building, then go home to the foreman for dinner there, he said, continue to hang out at the intersection with the porters of the building while coffeeing, that's where akbar has a habit of coffee and smoking.

After nongrong all genk porters of the building will sleep in the house of the building foreman.

\~\~tulilut\~\~tuliluut\~\~tulilut\~\~tuliluut....

"Akbar, your uncle called" said my foreman, handing his hempon to me.

Soon I'm away from my foreman's house. There was a woman's voice on the other end of the phone that I hadn't heard in a long time, but I could never forget it.

"Haloo, naak, Go home, your mother is already at home, you do not need to work anymore, your mother wants you to continue your school, mom kangen, mbok ya if work ndak need far away, I'm sure your mom is home and you're not home..."

"........."

My breath was stifled wanting me to answer the voice immediately but I did not feel these tears dripping.

"yes, my mother took me, my dear.."

I replied while arranging the sound so as not to tremble as it held this unbearable feeling.

Sadness, longing, yes maybe longing is the right expression to describe this feeling.

"Meanwhile healthy??" ask my mother.

"Alhamdulillah be healthy, son, how are you? healthy too tho?"

"Alhamdulillah, thanks to do'a mother, akbar here healthy always.."

Yes, the highlight of love is when 2 people can not communicate with each other but are silent - the two pray for each other.

"When do you want to go home, son?" asked my impatient mother who wanted to see her eldest son soon.

"One or two more months, ma'am, let there be the same cost to go home to buy souvenirs from Yanuar" I replied

"Yowes, take good care of yourself on the land of the region, you are still a child, do not come home later you bring prospective ghosts, wes yo, iki pie mateni telpone?".

Babe mother who immediately made this sadness disappear.

　

　

"Let's\, mak iyoo\, Assalamualaikum.." \~\~Tuut\~\~

My answer is echoed by my mother's chirping and you end this short call. haiiis... restore my haranguing taste earlieraii...!!!

Two months later I went home as I promised my mother.

　

　

After giving up longing with my mother, we finally agreed that I would join my uncle from the 3rd grade of Junior High School until he graduated High School.

This is indeed my uncle who is a bit pushy, because he has not been given offspring, and also because of the economic factors of my mother who has not been able to finance the school of her 2 children.

"Bar, are you 17 years old? can you ride your own motorbike?" ask my uncle

"Yes can tho yes, akbar in the Capital City is usually told by the foreman, you can bring your own motor."

　

"Yowes, in my uncle's house there was a motorbike idle long ago ndak used, If you want, use it, but really first, so you can walk again, aboute has long been in the warehouse."

"Emange motor what pack lek? how was it just stuck in a warehouse anyway?"

"Yo ntar you also know for yourself if you see, mayan can make a foot, or nganter ibmu to the market."

　

　

"Ok, Shiyap.." I replied excitedly, because I knew I would be given a new motorbike, well even though it was used and in the warehouse, at least it was my first motorcycle.

Upon arrival at my uncle's house the same Yanuar immediately ran to the back shed, which was called the warehouse, where - where must be a lot of dust and cobwebs.

　

　

But my eyes and my adek were staring in the same direction, in the corner of the barn was a piece of "old iron" covered in dust.

"Walaaah Vespaaa.." I immediately jumped for joy, although I knew he could not ride a motorcycle, but at least he was very happy with my uncle's gift for me.

"When I know who is loved by the motorbike, how come you are cool anyway?." I grumbled to see the behavior of Yanuar.

"Mas mbesok if I'm in high school, I can pinjem vespane tho?"

　

　

"Helih, if you're fluent motor koplingan yo can wae, but the gasoline is self-filled you know" I replied as I pushed the vespa out of the warehouse for me to clean, then the uncle came with a toolbox that he would use to return his life to a piece of scrap metal that was cloven in cloven body, he said,

He smiled at the way we both were doing.

　

　

"Yanuar, you can not bring your own motorbike, at least until the age of 17 years or already have a SIM." "Lha mas Akbar is a belom has a sim how can he bring a motor?" asked Yanuar who did not accept.

"Your mother already has a KTP and Stay make SIM only, later uncle also help make the SIM nguurus this masmu."

I smiled amusedly looking at my envious grandfather.

　

　

"Nah Akbar, From now on see the way of uncle benerin vespa, if there is anything on the road, you can really yourself."

"Okay Shiyap."

My answer is spirit, although I have never really motor, but my level of intelligence above the average must easily absorb all the vespa aggravation science taught by my uncle.

"Don't be afraid to go up the Vespa, many brothers, if there's anything on the road there must be a lot of nolongin." so said my uncle.

\~\~treng teng.. teng\.teng\,teng\,teng\.teng...\~\~ after with various late moves uncle managed to bring back this old iron life.

"Waaalaaaah bokte muniiiii (t/n: walah bokannya sound) said adekku who was happy and amazed because the sound of vespa that is now lit again.

　

　

I who have been accustomed to living in the capital is no longer surprised by the sound of vespa, yes indeed in my village is still rarely have a vespa

"Well on fire, just change the spare tire later, so it's safe, you guys look for a name for your vespamu." I was a little surprised by uncle's words just now, not because of the spare tire vespa, I'm a little surprised, but the name for the vespa, what is the importance of it?

"Cock loving the name of everything? let's what??" much

　

　

"Lho yes let cool tho ya.., vespa it even though only a motorbike, but if it has been given a name, he will feel alive like you have a partner who can be invited everywhere." replied uncle.

"Please name BONY wae mas. "my adek said plain.

"What is bony?" much

　

　

"I'm lhoo. bony (bokte muni)." replied my brother with his beautiful face.

My uncle and I laughed together after hearing my brother's answer.

But that's a good name, my uncle and I agreed this vespa was named BONY.

At first I did not believe my uncle's words, but now I myself have felt it. It's hard to be happy on the road with an asphalt brother.

Better to ride vespa XD

greetings right machine.

　

//flashback completed

　

　

After I finished eating, I said goodbye to my mother, I did not forget to kiss her hands and cheeks and then went to one of the private high schools that I had chosen, to enroll there.

　

　

　

Author Note :

Hi gaes. please continue to support yaaa, you must already know how, if you like this story please like in each chapter, please give input through the comments column, do not be rude ya, yes, this is the first time author nulis, and certainly a lot of mistakes here and there, and because this heart is too soft, so it is powerless to read negative comments, and if you want to ask for help to rate and vote yaa share to your friends so they also know if there is a vespa whose name is bony... XD

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