My son Mak'Comblang

06. Strike

The sound of cars roaring, mingling with the busyness of everyone on the highway. A scene that repeats itself every morning.

One of the cars on the highway, there's Adit and Rio.

“Later to go home from school, Adit picked up Mr Min, was it picked up by Om Rio?”

ask Adit.

“Whom do you want to be?” Rio asked back, and was still focusing on the stalled highway.

“Yes with Rio...hehe”.

“Ready to do!!” Rio glanced towards Adit next to him.

The car Rio was driving began to slow down into the school district, then stopped near the school gate of Adit.

“That's Sisil...” Point Adit towards the front of the car

Rio followed the direction that Adit pointed to. He saw a girl getting off his bike, the boy showed a bright smile to the driver, then kissed the back of the driver's hand. They waved one another for a moment, before the girl finally entered the school gate. The motor driver passed.

Adit who turns out to be outside the car, knocked on the window glass of the car door.

the car's glass is opened automatically by Rio who is behind the wheel.

“Om Rio, Adit come in first... Thanks for nganterin Adit... Daaahh Adit waved at Rio. After saying goodbye, Adit followed Sisil into the school gate.

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The weather this morning was very clear. But not with Lala.

The clock in his hand shows half eight.

Lala stared at her motorbike which she parked on the side of the road. Motor's down. I don't know what's wrong. Lala doesn't understand at all. Lala tried to contact someone through her cell phone.

“Hallo, good morning sir. It's me Lala, sir...” said Lala when there was a male voice on her phone.

"...."

“Maap Sir, my motor broke down, it looks like I will be late Sir..” Lala listened to the voice of the man carefully.

"....."

“ Thank you Sir. Good morning.” After closing the phone. Lala let out a lethargic breath.

He scratched his head that was not itchy.

The road seemed deserted, Lala Pushed forward, guiding her striking motor. Hope there's a workshop up ahead.

Rich never see.but who yaa..ka.kanya motor broke down.

Rio saw the motor being pushed in front of him. He took the initiative to help.

After parking his car a few meters in front of the motorbike being driven, Rio approached the woman who was pushing the motor.

“Sorry, why the bike? may I help you?”

“ehh... yes can be very..” Lala did not refuse.

“No idea why. The gasoline is full kok.” His breath was panting. His face was flushed in the sunlight. Lala has pushed the bike far enough.

Rio observed Lala who was already drenched in sweat.

Messy gini aja sakep, yes aampuuunnn... The voice of Rio.

“Can I check?” rio asked while taking over Lala's bike.

Focusing on the motor breaking down.

“Please mas.” Lala let Rio check her motorbike sitting herself on the edge of the sidewalk.

After a while Rio's picking up the bike. Lala's motor can come back to life. Lala's eyes widened could not cover her pleasure.

“many thanks mas..” said Lala.

“Rio.. my name is Rio.” Rio introduced himself.

“Ooo... Thanks so much Rio for the help, I'm Lala.” They also get acquainted.

“Hopefully don't strike again yaa.” Rio patted the motor beside him.

“Amiiinn.... Excuse me first Rio. Thank you once again.” Lala's smile was sincere.

Rio also returned Lala's smile with his sweet smile.

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