I Park My Love In The Heart of Mr. Satpam

Chapter 9: I Choose the Wrong Way

At 05.00 WIB, Celia was neat, ready for her to leave for the office with a red-plated duck motor owned by her pakdhenya. Celia felt a little stubborn because for the first time she would leave for the office by riding a motorcycle alone, without her pack as usual.

Celia turned the key and turned on her motorcycle.

Ncet .. cet .. cet ...! Ncet .. cet .. cet!! "Why don't you want to turn on?" Celia has trouble starting her motorcycle with the starter button despite her repeated attempts.

"Yeah, got to nag this." Definition of beautiful gahar. Once, twice, and only on his third attempt the motorcycle will turn on. Three times ngengkol has not made calf segedhe kentongan post patrol is yes, still safe.

OK! Just need to be heated for a while, let the motor is not surprised if it is brought speeding.

The adventure's begin. Let's go!!

Celia drove her motorcycle out of the housing complex to the highway. Like a racer, he gradually accelerates the speed of his bike. Mbeerr .. mberrr .. mberrrr .. tiiin!! Right slippage, left slippage, gears added, nimble Celia ahead of the vehicle in front of her. Tomorrow you can join the list of amateur MotoGP race. Until Celia arrived at the first intersection, Celia suddenly confused, her brain began to branch between straight or take left, she suddenly forgot at the intersection where to take the left turn. Her instincts told her to keep straight and take a left at the second intersection, but out of nowhere the demon from which suddenly came inciting her, Celia deflected her motorcycle at the first intersection. Not far away he drove, confusion again struck Celia.

Look this is the left turn of all cars, there is no motorbike pisan. Is...??? Don't-don't...???

Yes aampuun, OMG, Celia took a wrong turn, this is the intersection of the entrance to the toll, Celia should have taken the one in front of her. Pakseeeee .... I choose the right path. This way, there is no way Celia puter is back here.

Amidst her confusion, Celia decided to pull over and paused for a moment. In front of him, not so far from where Celia stopped there was a police officer who was busy regulating the traffic flow so that four-wheeled vehicles or more that entered the toll more orderly, more orderly, so that later there will be no severe congestion if it has entered rush hour.

"Okay, how is this, forward or backward, if forward there is a police officer ntar if at the ticket how, but if the back of the prince here is also impossible, this vehicle has started to rame, but if the price is not there, can get hate speech if Celia is reckless puter back here." This is a pretty strange sight for motorists who pass there, there is a woman with a duck motor stray into the toll, stop on the side of the road while talking alone.

What really, was it fitting to leave Celia forgot not to read the prayer?!.

"Yes, yes, the only way Celia should ask the police in front, right said the teacher was embarrassed to ask astray on the road." Bismillah alone may the Police sir is kind, friendly, not arrogant, diligent and like to save.

Celia turned on her motorcycle again, she ran until a few steps behind the police. Celia turned off her motorbike and went down and walked over to the Police with a little fear mixed with shame that is not curled, it feels like Celia covered her face hood. Celia ventured to ask the policeman.

"Excuse me, Police officer." But because of his position on Celia's back, as well as the noise of the vehicle, the police officer could not hear Celia's call.

Well, use the show no longer astonished.

"Ehm! Excuse me, Police, sorry sir." Celia bravely poked the sleeve of the police officer to get his attention.

Feeling someone poking her arm and talking to her, the police officer finally looked back.

"Yeah ...?" the police officer looked at Celia with astonishment from top to bottom, then his eyes looked towards the back of Celia where there was parked his red-flat duck motorbike. Hmmm .. the smells of people who ask for a ticket are rich in gini.

"Sorry sir, so look sir, I want to go to K, but I'm going the wrong way, I should still be straight but instead stray into the toll. Is there a way out of here, sir? But I don't get ticketed sir, I just moved sir in this city so have not memorized the road, for the letters are all complete sir?" Celia explained at length times wide.

"Well, I can't take the motorcycle, in front there is a roadblock that runs one, can not turn back there, it fits for one motor,,, mbak,, but next time please be more careful, don't go to the toll anymore, let alone the motorcycle's red plate." The police showed me the way and gave me a little warning.

"Yes, please." The police officer returned to his activities to regulate the traffic flow.

Celia immediately restarted her motorbike with a super kick, then drove it towards the road barrier as told by the police officer earlier.

Celia can breathe a sigh of relief because she can finally get out of the toll without being ticketed, just that her shame may not fade up to three times fasting three times Eid.

Along the way to Celia's office try to stay focused so that she doesn't go the wrong way anymore. Celia is indeed the types of people who have difficulty memorizing the road, must be carrying a GPS or bring the map Dora.

As a result of the embarrassing events earlier, the road that Celia passed by had started to jam. If usually at six, or at least half seven Celia has reached the office, this is at half-eight he just missed the finger print.

Arriving at the room, it turns out that there is a day there, Celia recounts the embarrassing incident she had just experienced on Day.

"Hahahha .. kocak lo Cel, if I become the police I have to say I'm missing." A month so co-workers have made Hari and Celia familiar, now Celia calls Hari with the title of babang.

"Yeee.. that's mah lu jahara bang his name, he was a very good policeman, baby already aged, if still young already Celia acquaintance."

"Ngarep lo." Day slapped Celia's shoulder and ran to her desk.

"Ahahaha, a little ngarep can be, the name is also a bang business." Celia shouted from her cubicle, only if there were no Chief and other Echelon I officials could they act like these bars, if there were leaders they would not dare, of course, can auto fire later.

"Now I'm going to t*i ya Cel."

"You know wooii bang, not love t*i, slovenly lo bang."

"haha, here I tell you, wejangan handsome people, shy to ask astray on the road, many shyly ask questions, rich elo Cel, hahahahaha...!! A laugh at his desk.

"It's up to you deh bang, as long as you are happy, said the father makes people less handsome happy is a reward."

"Eh njiirr I say less handsome, Siwon idol lo aja lose handsome ama me." If there's a PD in that office, it might be Hari.

"Ngarep lo." Reply Celia does not want to lose.

"Udah ah, Celia wants to work, tired ngeladenin babang less tamvan."

Day still cool laughing at his desk, entertainment for them that is, if you can insult each other. Celia and Hari were the youngest staff in the room even on the fourth floor, while the others were of mature age, also middle-aged approaching full-time. This is Celia's dream work atmosphere, comfortable, and warm, naive once she had time to refuse it.

As Hari and Celia were cool at work while throwing jokes, there was a pair of eyes that were secretly watching them.