Lord, Accept My Repentance

Deflated Tyre

"What's he doing in the trash?" muttered Farhan looked at his cell phone to find out where Nazwa was.

Without the woman knowing, Farhan and Gilang had conspired to turn on the GPS on his cellphone.

Before long, a call from Gilang's number sounded on Farhan's cellphone.

"Yes, Bang?"

"Who's he going there?"

"Do not know Bang, but like the enemies of Abang. You see, last night, Nazwa wore a jacket from one of them and last day he brought a bag that must have contained the jacket," explained Farhan.

"Well, I'm going there to pick him up."

"Farhan is also in Bang!"

"Okay, we'll see you there."

Farhan nodded and turned off the call, he immediately got ready and ordered an ojek online to quickly get to the location.

"Sir, have you seen Mama?"

"Sleeping like Farhan."

"Oh, if I say Farhan's out for a second, yeah, Bik."

"Okay, be careful, yeah."

Farhan nodded and walked out of the house, lucky that his mother was sleeping. Lf it doesn't? Of course he will not be given permission to leave.

Once at the location, there was Gilang waiting for Farhan. They were just the two of them and went to look for Nazwa's whereabouts.

"Buset, given pellets what else my Adek same them. Could be willing to come to the place," grumbled Gilang while covering his nose.

"This is how humans are, there is no awareness of garbage at all. Until this much pile," said Farhan with a face of smell.

They looked back at the cell phone to find where Nazwa was, "Bang, that's him!" point Farhan towards Nazwa who is in front of the children.

"We're samperin right now!" invite Gilang with a soul that has warmed up to see the smiles of Bagas and his gang staring at Nazwa.

"Don't Bang!" prevent Farhan while holding Gilang's arm to approach them.

"What not? Look at those nasty faces! I'm sure, they must have thought of something strange to Adekku!" grumpy with a hardened jaw.

"If we take Nazwa now and fight with the men, the Nazwa thinks badly of us, not of them.

In fact, it could be that Nazwa immediately believed in them rather than saying that Brother explained about their intention to approach Nazwa."

Hearing Farhan's words, Gilang fell silent, "True what you said, well we'll see what they'll do."

"Lagain, Nazwa had promised Mama to go home at the latest at 4. In a moment he will go home like that," said Farhan, who is owned by Gilang.

They had to hide behind the houses of the people around this garbage shelter.

Although uncomfortable and uncomfortable, they were forced to do so in order to keep Nazwa out of their hands.

***

The children were writing and doing the things I was giving, they seemed happy and welcomed me well.

I saw the gadget, "It's 3 o'clock," muttered I felt that my watch was up this time.

Because, I've promised Mama the longest to come home at 4 p.m. I also brought books that I deliberately brought pen.

Approaching Bagas who was at the end of the bench, "Why?" tanyanya looks at me.

"I have to go home first, because the promise was made to Mama to go home quickly," said I who made them look at each other.

"This fast?" asked Bagas after seeing the watch in his hand.

"Yes." Yeah."

"No, I ordered a gojek." I went back to the front desk to wear a backpack and say goodbye to the kids.

Smile with pride because it can be beneficial for children who can not attend school like them.

"Gapain over here Dek?" ask Pak gojek who might feel strange about his pick-up point.

"For the sake of sir."

"Huh?"

"Yes, teach the kids who live here."

"Is there a house there?" I nodded my head and climbed up on the back seat, Pak Gojek's face looked confused by the answer I gave earlier.

Does he not believe my words? In fact, things like this are familiar even there is one YouTuber who also makes a vlog about his daily life who lives in a pile of garbage even has neighbors.

***

When Nazwa saw that he had gone to gojek, Farhan and Gilang came out of their hiding place to the parking lot.

"Where's Bang? We wait for them, do we just go home?"

"We go home, but leave a wow impression for them," said Gilang with a smile to make Farhan immediately confused himself.

After doing what they wanted, Gilang drove Farhan home on a motorcycle owned by Gilang's friend.

He also actually has not met his father to ask for transportation to make it easier for him if he wants to go.

"Bang, that's not papa, is it?" farhan asked a little worried about what they were doing.

"Yes, no papa. People are just the tires that we put down, not the brakes we cut," said Gilang with a little scream so that it could be heard by Farhan who was in the back seat.

The teaching-learning activity has been completed, Bagas and his gang immediately walk towards their motorcycle parking.

"Damn! Failing we immediately want to make a lesson to Gilang Adeknya!" maki Bagas hit the seat of his motorcycle.

"In fact, he rarely wants to be piggybacked on a kayak!" timpal Arpan who has invited Nazwa several times to be together.

"Yaudah, kali. There will be next time, he must now know that we are good people. Unlike her brother, we have to treat her like a queen first. Don't be rash or we won't get anything later" added Lio who made everything nod.

"Yaudah, yuk off!" take Bagas and ride his motorcycle.

When they ride a motorcycle, there is a strange feeling, "My bike looks really heavy, yes," said Arpan who wiggled to the right and left of the motorcycle handlebar.

"Yes, same, yeah."

"Just a chance, it turns out our tires deflated all! Who made this, huh?" asked Lio who realized even the tires had deflated and other friends.

"Huh? That's fine, how come it's gini?"

"Something's gotta do this."

"Nazwa's? What is a girl?" timpal Arpan reminded that Nazwalah first came home earlier.

"The fuckin' shit! It could be him, anyway, who deflated. Where far away is the wind workshop!" rutuk Bagas snorted in annoyance.

Inevitably, they had to push the motorcycle far enough to the workshop. In the heat of the sun they must still try to find a workshop so that the motorcycle can walk again.

Arriving at the workshop, they immediately sat limp on the floor of the workshop.

"You guys on why?" ask the repairman by linking eyebrows.

"Sell me some ice, don't you sir? Thirsty, nih!" lamented Bagas while fanning his face with his hands.

"What do you want ice?"

"As for sir, all the wind stuffed into the tires of the three of us, yes," said Bagas and embraced by the owner of the workshop.

As if the energy to get up and sit on the available bench they no longer have, can only sit on the floor of the workshop which was very dirty because it was stepped on by people.