I'm Not a Wingless Angel

LUCKED

I am Dirgana Putri, the eldest daughter of 3 brothers. I'm a biker at one of the ojek on line in the city of Padang. I am single parent and have 2 children.

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I glanced at the circular clock in hand, making sure it was time to return home and rest with my 2 angels. The hour hand showed the number 10 exactly, I reached into the pocket of the oversized jacket and took HP, just now I intend to turn off the online ojek application, my phone issued a hard tone of the new order sign coming in. Looking at the name of the message listed, I immediately felt hesitant to accept it, but seeing the place addressed by the buyer is not far from where I live, I quickly accepted it. Go home, I thought. I pressed some numbers listed on HP and connected.

" Good night, with Mr. Ardi" I said, opening the conversation.

" Yes, right." she replied across the street.

" I'm sorry sir, did you just order an ojek sir?" many ensure.

" Yes, sorry... koq female voice huh? is it a girl?" askalanya. As usual, seeing my name on the application people must think I'm a boy, because the name of the Princess is not listed there, only written in the letter P, Dirgana. P.

" Yes sir, right. So, how's sir? do you mind if you take the girls?" ask again.

" Oh, yeah, it's okay. Pick me up according to the application." he replied directly. I turned off the phone after closing the conversation and directly pointed my bike to the pick-up place which was also not too far from where I was standing earlier. Bismillah, I ask for His protection always, especially at hours like now and with male customers.

The pickup place is actually in the middle of the city, there are still many vehicles passing by. But I still have to be vigilant. Suddenly I heard someone calling with a clap, I looked at a dark stall, I saw some men standing there, asked me to come towards them through a wave of hands. I endlessly spoke the name of God while pointing my bike there.

" I think men, his name is like a man's name" said one of them after I stopped the bike in front of them. I just smiled, calming my heart and feelings.

" I ask you to take this grandmother with me." I looked up at her hand, an old woman came out behind her, "thank God" I said in my heart and quickly nodded.

" Thank you, my son, thank you so much." said the grandmother.

" same - same grandma - heart." they answered together.

" Beware of bringing the motor buk.." they message me. I smiled and honked before it passed.

I drive the bike with heart, tends to slow down. Considering that my customer is an old grandmother.

" Where's Grandma, night - night alone?" ask me to open the conversation.

" Just arrived from Bukittinggi, already at this hour public transportation no longer exists" he replied kindly.

" Alone just grandma to Bukittinggi? Why not bring a child or grandchild?" ask again.

Flowing is the story of the grandmother, if she met her children and grandchildren in Bukittinggi. His only son, lives with his family there. My grandmother lived alone in Padang. Because the first leaflet of the child and grandchild did not return to Padang, the grandmother ventured to come to visit herself in this second leaflet, want to make a surprise it turns out that the grandmother was a surprise because the child had actually arrived in Padang when he was in Bukittinggi. According to him, he was still strong enough to walk alone. The funny way Grandma spoke was able to warm the atmosphere, remembering my mother at home. She's not as old as Grandma, but where am I still with. But, it was also because I was the one forcing. I wouldn't have let him go out here and there alone.

" This is son, thank you very much, heart - heart.may be a blessing to the children yes." message the grandmother after I deliver it. I did tell him a little about the reason I chose to be a biker ojol to finance my children.

" same-same-grandmother, let's granny." I said after putting the wages deliver it directly into my pants pocket. I don't think I need to count, even if I'm less sincere. I pity to see him who is old, living alone, and is happy because it turns out the child and his family have been in Padang to visit him.

I immediately turned off my application, it was time to go home and gather with my mother and children. I know for a fact that my two children will not fall asleep until I get home and take them to bed. For them, at bedtime is the time to share stories about their activities during the day, joking, teasing each other, grabbing a hug from me, and I really enjoy the time - time like that. I don't know how much longer I can joke with my children, considering the more days they get older, their time will decrease for me later.