Short Story (Cerpen)

Paddle Away

Category: Fiction Fantasy Short stories

Title: Paddle Away

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'AYOO.. paddling continues ben slowly, watch the brakes', shouted a young woman was excited to encourage her foster children, well, that's the inem the nanny.

'Beno can biii…!!! Shouted from the middle of the field where the training beno, this is his 10th time beno training and it turned out to produce decent results.

'here dear, hmmm. beno is pinter now riding his bike'

'Hehe's'. Sweet smile beno with little visible little teeth.

That afternoon the clock showed exactly at 5 pm, did not feel inem, beno and I have been 2 hours more on the field. 'BENOOO has come home late afternoon yuk' take aunty while holding the hand of his foster child. 'iya biii, but tomorrow again bi inem' sedu beno who still faithfully guided his 4-wheeled bicycle. 'HEeM' replied the short aunt with a smile.

Once at home, my best friend beno put me in an ordinary place, a place that is not too big and in it a lot of my friends, cars, motorcycles, and bicycles, while I was standing right behind a beautiful silver car, that was the GARASI where I lived.

I was so happy because I spent my days playing, laughing with my 4 year old little friend.

When night falls, it feels like night quickly changes in the morning, so I can meet my little friend again…

Sret.. srett... srettt. the sound of the voice of people opening the door. slowly seen the figure behind the door, it turns out beno my best friend, from a distance he turned to me while smiling kindly at me, oh god if I can talk I want to say 'good morning my friend', murmured myself.

This morning somehow beno refused to ride me, I thought 'what is this? Is there something wrong with me?'. suddenly taken a washcloth and bucket filled with fragrant foam, it turns out my little friend wanted to bathe me, with help by inem baby sister. glad my heart I got the affection, the attention of my little friend named Beno.

'Bibiii, it's good to be able to wash EMAN together, now it's finished bi, cape yah bi' complained beno for a moment. Well, that's what beno calls me by name. EMAN.

'yes it's been beno rest aunty want to cook first' replied aunty with breath was a little bit like lack of oxygen. 'engga ahh bi, beno want to walk the same eman in the front yard. 'yes already, don't go far' replied aunty briefly.

Beno finally rode me around in his sizable yard while his little barnyang happy expression ascended me.

All of a sudden, no matter what he thought at that moment, he paddled me out of his house into a dense complex where many of my friends passed by, but his size far exceeded mine, I want to feel like I told him to turn around and go home, I'm scared…

Paddling with a frowning breath, suddenly from behind came a large black antelope of iron-bodied clinging to us, beno's small body was plunged to the brim of the rough asphalt while I was run over by the large round legs of the antelope. As people ran towards the poor boy, and were taken to the nearest hospital, I was just a dead thing and was still a dead thing that could do nothing, sad indeed.

God save my little friend, because he has taught me many things that I never got before, affection, love and loyalty, I am so grateful to know him, I'm the only worthless lump of scrap metal in his care lovingly.

Now my time is over, my place with used goods that are waiting in line to be melburkan. My mind is still in the shadow of my little friend. 'my God, I would like it if it is my journey to here, but please save my friend, heal him, take care of him O ALLAH' I groaned in my heart…

Now it's my turn to be used as a new item that is more useful later. If I get it back, I won't regret being turned into a BIKE.