Ojek Beautiful

Cantika Hidayat

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My name is Cantika Hidayat, the first of two children.

I was born and raised in Manado City.

My father's overseas son from Jakarta married my real mother Manado.

A year after I graduated High School, my father died of a heart attack that left our family's life shaken both psychologically and financially.

My father, who worked as a motorcycle taxi driver every day, left a motorcycle from 2000 and a simple house for us to take shelter.

This is where my life story begins..

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Today is probably the unluckiest day of my life. I'm a motorcycle taxi driver replacing my father who went ahead of us all, got a fictitious order this morning from someone.

When we got there to pick up the customer who ordered but it was never there. I even had to be rained on the day that was still spelled out that morning.

The air of Manado if it is raining in the morning is cold enough for me who only wears a thin shirt with a jacket that wraps around my upper body, and the black trousers that I wear almost every day because they are comfortable for me to wear. With cheap sneakers that I bought at market 45 while on sale at that time.

While waiting for the rain to subside, I stopped at the bus stop which had a lot of roof conditions. But inevitably only there I can take shelter before I get much wetter because of the water that comes down from this sky.

Suddenly the phone in the small bag I always had on my neck rang out loud.

Seen the name Utu, our family's affectionate call to my younger brother whose real name is Handsome Hidayat.

"Hello Tu.."

"Where's brother? We'll wait for daritadi nda to appear reken no.. So Lat we mo ka this campus Ka.."

(I've been waiting for my sister since I didn't come. I am late for college).

"The Ba Ujang Tu.. Gana Jo ojek laeng. We got this kasana!".

(It's raining Tu.. You order another motorcycle. I can't go there!).

There was the sound of breathing across there, "Let Jo dang.. Brother be careful ne, the signs bring a motor."

(Yes already.. Brother be careful well, slowly bring the motor).

"Come on, Utu le be careful ne. Study Bae-Bae on campus so you can quickly graduate from college and do a good job. By the way.."

(Yes, Utu be careful too. Study well on campus to quickly graduate from college and get a good job. Daa.)

The call ended after we reminded each other.

My sister Tampan studied at one of the famous Universities in Manado City, majoring in English Literature at the Faculty of Cultural Sciences. He just entered the third semester of the month.

Handsome actually did not want to go to college, he wanted to just go to work at one of the retail stores in blue yellow red after graduating high school.

But I insisted that my sister go to college. At least let me be the only high school graduate between the two of us. I want Handsome to be successful and be able to feel how to be a college kid like his other friends.

I pity him despite his college studies, Handsome also takes part time work at one of the luxury restaurants in Manado city.

He said he didn't want just me and Mama to make money for him to go to college and eat, a man who was never ashamed of his student status but was also a waiter at the restaurant. It was a long time ago to understand how difficult our lives were after Papa died.

Mama had to work odd jobs to meet the needs of our family, even though at that time I had also enrolled in the university of my choice at that time.

But what power, man again can only plan and God determines.

I was willing to give up some of my dreams to go to college and work in a private bank, so that my sister could have a better life.

Because in this city of mine, the man will be a head of a family that in terms of financial and educational, must be good. Not to mention the family background that is added value to the man.

I don't want my handsome brother to break up just because of such problems later on.

For an hour or so I waited at the bus stop, the rain slowly began to subside. I re-activated the ojol application on my phone, which I had turned off earlier because I was upset with the fictitious order that I got.

I gasped straight into the shop, with a happy heart. At least the stars I will get today from consumer satisfaction will increase I thought.

On the way there, I was suddenly hit by a car from behind.

Bruukkk...

I fell off a motorcycle that was still running. It's a good thing I wouldn't have bounced far ahead if I hadn't, I can't imagine what would happen to me when in front of my bike there was a ten-ball car that was also driving.

When I fell, I reflexively held my body with both hands. But it rests more on the right hand which I think is stronger than the left hand.

The sound of 'crack' I heard earlier, and I'm sure my hand must have been cracked or even the worst broken.

People around and pedestrians came in droves to approach me who was still not standing from the place where I fell.

I was grimacing when they wanted to lift me up standing sitting on the sidewalk of the road that was immediately jammed, because of this unexpected collision.

I saw a fat man who was behind a mother who helped me stand up earlier, looking furiously at a man who I was sure was the one who hit me earlier.

For a moment I could see that the man was the one. Looked from the expensive watches he wore, glasses hung to the neck in the collar of his shirt, and of course his expensive car that just hit me earlier.

I heard he said he was going to take me to the hospital, I just agreed when two mothers saw me back into the sports car of the man, who smelled his car smelled masculine.

I was confused, did this man spray the perfume that he was wearing in this car? The smell between people and things makes no difference.

The man asked me what my name was and I just answered without asking him who he was.

I am lazy to talk to strangers except consumers who use the services of buljol for me to work collecting coffers of money and stars.

When I asked him why he hit me, the man seemed excited not to know what to answer. I believe that he lied to me, evidently because he said that I stopped suddenly in front of him at that time the traffic was running slowly even though sometimes faltered.

I knew that he must be busy with his cell phone that I saw being swerved under my feet.

This is why the police rule says not to call or take calls while carrying a vehicle, because in addition to endangering yourself it also endangers other road users.

When I was taken into the IGD room, I heard that the nurse asked him to take care of the administration first.

I had a quick glance at the man who is now like a confused person looking for the location of the IGD patient registration there. That was the last time I saw him, after which he never appeared again in front of me.

"Grl.. Later there will be a bone doctor ne mo prorksan first, the abis mo Xontgen tu hand. Tako kage Kong is broken, because it's so dapa Lia blue kwa.."

(Miss.. There will be a bone doctor who will examine you, after that it will be X-ray of his hands. Fear there will be a broken bone, because your sick hand seems to have turned blue).

The nurse who was stunned looked at the man who hit me, making a sound.

I've worn the Gypsies with a cloth wrapped around my neck. I was worried, afraid that my bones would actually break.

I can't take the bike if I break my hand, Mama's gonna get harder this way.

Damnit damnit! This is because the driver who is busy calling, and makes me suffer and distress like this. Just look at how she was responsible to me after hitting me earlier. The fucking guy didn't even show me his nose anymore.

"mmm.. Sus, where's the guy you brought us?," I doubt.

(Sus, where's the guy who brought me here?).

"Oh. tu handsome guy so pigi says. Earlier from the administration there was a phone call Kong said if he so Kase live one million for ngana pe treatment here, let he said Kase tau said if there is less le. He kwa da Kase lives a business card there!."

(The handsome man is gone. Earlier from the administration called and said that he had left a million for your treatment, but he also told me that there was less for the cost. He left his business card in the administration!).

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