Rahim Rental

Not Him

"Later if mom comes and Brother gets scolded you just hide."

"But Mom won't be mad if we're honest."

"If you're honest, you're even more angry. You want me to know that Brother's already made people's cars break." Ayu shook her head while grimacing at her brother's opinion.

"What is your mother doing until you're so scared? From now on you said if your mother always hit, is not it forbidden by law. Your mother could go to jail if she's violent with her son."

The two children were surprised to look at Roy.

"Don't tell the police, Om. Good Mother just," said Good, the two children looked at each other.

"Slightly fierce..just a little," continued Ayu. Roy sighed and shook his head. He then approached and squatted looking towards Nice bike.

"No brakes, it's worth it if it hits my car. What if you hit a car on the road? Very dangerous!" said Roy.

"We put on the foot brake" said Bagas.

Roy raised his face and raised both eyebrows. "Foot brake?"

"Yes.. sret., " Bagas practiced it.

Roy swallowed his saliva hard and nodded. "I understand."

She felt lucky that she lived with her stepmother but never had an oxtail bike like this. This bike is better to throw in the trash.

"Are you going home on that bike?"

Bagas glanced at Ayu. Then they nodded weakly.

"How about Om help you not get scolded by your mom" Roy said.

"Help how, Om?"

"We'll take your bike to the nearest workshop and let it go."

"Say Mother...."

"If you don't want to, Om will go to your house and say what happened to your mother. Maybe after that, your bike will be a memory."

"meaning?" ask Ayu.

"Ish you're such a fool. I mean, Mom won't let us ride bikes anymore."

"Don't Om, how are we gonna find a second-hand and bring it."

"You guys..."

"You're saying something that should be thought of, by the way" said Bagas sounding annoyed. "This is our secret."

Ayu bit her own tongue.

"You're a kid working on second-hand stuff?"

"If Om keeps asking we can't work. Never mind, we want to make some money first."

"Eits wait, I'll really take you guys to the police if you don't obey me!" threatening Roy makes Ayu and Bagas quiet on the spot.

"Now come with me to the workshop and fix your bike after that tell me what you do every day. If I don't want to be forced, I will..."

"We want to" Ayu replied quickly. Bagas pinched Ayu's arm. "If we don't comply, we'll go to jail. If we do so, your bike will be right again and Mother will not be angry" whispered Ayu.

"So much better. Now help Om get your bikes in the trunk."

"We're riding in this car, Om? wuih.." exclaimed Bagas touching the car brand Lambegini. They got into the car after putting the bike in the trunk.

"It's as good as it is on television" Bagas said. He and Ayu seemed excited to sit on the leather chair.

"This car is also cold and fragrant," Ayu inhaled in the air in this car. Roy who saw just smiled. He started running his car slowly looking for the nearest bike repair shop.

"Mom doesn't know about this. He was busy selling from morning until evening, even until night if the sales had not run out."

"Oh. What did your mother sell?"

"Chicken's crest at the crossroads there," Ayu pointed.

"With your Dad?"

The two children instantly fell silent.

"We from childhood had no father. Somewhere he is, said the late Grandma, My father was such an irresponsible man that he left us."

Roy's heart sighed in pain, hearing Bagas' reply. He turned his head and looked towards the two little children who were staring far ahead.

For a moment they were silent.

"That means you're just staying with Mom?" Bagas and Ayu just nodded. The sad faces of both.

They finally found a bike shop. Both Ayu and Bagus bikes immediately got full repairs. While Roy invites the two to eat at the meatball stall next door.

"What are you guys looking for?" asked Roy curiously.

"To buy his own school supplies and books. We want to help Mom as much as we can. Mother did not just tell us, we wanted to lighten the burden besides that we wanted to raise money to buy a new mobile phone. Our old phone is broken and we don't have the money to fix it. Mother's money is up for food and pay for rent and motorbike installments, " said Ayu at length. He then continued eating his meat again.

"The meat is good, Om," said Bagas, who quickly finished the meatball. They seem to be very hungry.

"If you want to add more," Roy bargained. They're speechless. Roy who knew the meaning of their residence immediately ordered again.

There was a feeling of calm and joy when together with the two children, a feeling that was difficult to express in words.

After they finished eating they returned to the bike shop. Their bikes are finished and look clean and good even though the bike frame is still like old. Bagas and Ayu immediately tried to ride it.

"It's cool!" chirps. Roy wanted to buy the two boys a new bike but he was sure they would reject him.

"How much is it," asked Roy to the bicycle repairman.

"Seven hundred, sir."

"It's expensive, it's okay" Bagas chirped unpleasantly.

"Yes because all the wheels are changed and also put the brakes on and fix the total of both.

" It's okay, you don't worry my money won't run out to pay for your bike. You can tell your mom that Om hit your bike so Om fixed everything. That won't make your mother suspicious,"

"That's a good idea. I must have believed in that reason," Ayu applauded happily.

"Your house where I'm gonna deliver."

"Near here, Om."

"They live in an alley down that street," the repairman pointed out.

Ayu and Nice nodded.

"Do you know them?"

"Not knowing just know and often see them from small. Aren't you the son of Mba Hanna who sells splints at crossroads?"

"Betul, my mother's name is Hana" Ayu replied.

"Hana," murmured Roy.

"Are Hana and Hani the same people she had been with? Or maybe just a coincidence?"

Roy watched the two children closely. Bagas laughs and smiles like no stranger and Ayu's eyes have also been seen.

There was no way the woman was pregnant because she had checked herself in the hospital. So it's impossible that the two children are his. He was just too late in his dreams.