The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 17 New Hope

After a night of not feeling well because of being insinuated with Farhan's words, Zen was pensive when his eyes had just opened. He got up, sat on the bed still strangling himself.

After getting to know Farhan's figure a few hours ago, Zen judged that the man had indeed shown interest in Oliv. Even so with the body language of the new friend, Zen felt that Farhan was also looking to find out about the closeness status of himself and the girl.

Omar Zen's smile appeared, he felt that he was fighting with an opponent full of perfection but using a sweet way, unlike most men's mode if you want to hook a woman. Zen felt, he showed a gentleman attitude.

"Okay, Zen, get yourself up. Study while working, just try, how God's business results," murmured Zen, when opening the boarding door to go to his workshop. This morning he's going to college after coming home from a workshop owned by a friend of Mr. Leo's. The senior mechanic there promised to teach him how to clean a motor carburetor if it got clogged.

Yesterday, Zen also just found out if the spark plug can explode inside, resulting in the motor losing power and the mechanic had to dismantle the front hood of the engine. After arriving at the workshop, he had already been summoned by a mechanic to help him.

"Mas Zen, if you dismantle the front hood, be careful. All the couplers are neatly placed. Before work, the components are sprayed using a compressor first so as not to dust and easy to turn knobs or others."

"OK," Zen replied, starting to open a lot of bolts while unloading the hood.

Omar Zen saw that the spark plug head was attached to the sleeve where it was so that everything connected had to be dismantled until the rear tire shockbreaker. He was assigned to solve it while recognizing the sound of motor damage before dismantling it.

An hour later, Zen managed to reassemble all the screws and other components. Now the customer's motorcycle Pak Syam has been completed in repair.

"Well, check the sound, if it's stable, or there's still damage. If the pull of the gas is smooth to almost poll means the damage has been done" said the senior.

"Oh, yes, Bang. Smooth and not-thrush like that pas narik gas," said Zen, helped try the pull of the gas lever.

Zen mangosteen. He learned a lot today even though his uniform was full of oil stains and more. Everything Zen did during his apprenticeship in this place, did not go unnoticed by Sham. True said Mr. Leo, Zen is a persistent child although sometimes whiny and impressed indifferent but he actually pays attention to his way.

Syam felt sympathy. He looked like he saw a picture of himself when he was Zen. Lapas is the cruelest place if you can not take care of yourself. Do not seek trouble with other inmates if you want to live out the rest of the punishment in peace.

Learning a skill that is in the degree there feels obligatory to be pursued if you want to change your self-image when you return to society. The owner of the shop then commented a smile. He called Zen to enter in an instant.

"Zen, please lift the tire that was canceled in the purchase earlier into place. In addition to neatness, you also have to be observant of items that come out. Ask to pay first all spare parts before the customer dismantles the motor," said Syam, reminding Zen of the accuracy.

"Well, Mr. Sham," replied Zen, doing what his boss asked.

When Zen was inside, Syam invited him to sit down for a moment to tidy up the uncounted bolts to enter the workshop stock.

"Zen, said Mr. Leo, you open a workshop and start saving to the foundation to buy a workshop tool, yes?....Want you not, I share the cheap spare parts store info and kumplit. So you can slowly complete all the contents of the workshop. No need to buy a lot of stock, as long as there is. Provide the most widely encountered components such as spark plugs, ****, lights, inner tubes, gel tubeles, patch tubeles, and others," said Syam, advising Zen where I feed.

Omar Zen's eye sparkle instantly brightened, he nodded enthusiastically. In his heart he prayed, whether this was the ease with which God had shown him or was it a test.

"This is the answer to your persistence and prayer as well as a test of patience, whether it remains on the straight path but the condition of mediocrity, tired, dirty, holding hunger, ngirit or wavering back when all is not bright," sham said with a big smile. Zen cannot hide his shame and happiness. He does not need to bother explaining his feelings and desires, because Mr. Sham understands the contents of the heart and brain between fellow ex-convicts.

A piece of paper bearing the store address as well as the admin phone number has entered the Zen shirt pocket. For new customers, it is mandatory to register with the admin number to be included in the group, where admins share their broadcast messages or stock info.

Unknowingly, time is rolling fast. Towards Ashar, Zen pampit home because it will go to campus first. Syam allowed the Leo man to leave.

Exactly at four o'clock, Zen had been neat and was now waiting for the guidance counselor to arrive. Before long, the middle-aged woman walked into the room and immediately asked for the revision file that Zen had to submit today.

The netra behind the glasses scanned all the writings of some chapters belonging to Zen. His eyeballs moved quickly, occasionally frowning and not infrequently glancing towards Zen.

"It's neater, Zen. You have also completed the narrative with references and other developments. Maintain it like this, so you will be more able to herd the panelists later during the test session," said the lecturer.

Zen just silently nodded, in fact he had not fully studied. It was the result of the examination that Farhan did, Zen just retyped.

Before long, Zen came out of the lecturer room with another chapter that had to be revised a little. Once this is done, he will face a judicial hearing before graduation.

Upon reaching the parking lot, Zen sighed, he turned his head up looking at the sky.

"O Allah, ease my path so that you can see my efforts all this time. Papa, I'm sorry I was always against. Intentions do not fight but somehow the innate want to spray if faced with papa. Truly, the temptation of the damned devil" murmured Zen.

A speck of her tears dripped, she melted, all Ahmed's words buzzing in the ears. Zen knew, his father was too dear even though the way seemed rude and hurtful. Omar Zen, quickly removes the clear grains that almost shed into the cheeks. He still did not think that the path of his life was slowly changing and now little by little able to sustain the needs on his own feet.

"Father!" lirih Zen, exhaling a long heavy breath.

Slowly, the foot stepped out of the campus gate that would be closed. He walked straight towards his workshop, not far from there. In the distance, Zen sees Reyhan coming several motorcycles on the terrace of his workshop. Zen hastened even half a run, worried Reyhan was handling customers. He did not want to delay the time of the motorists who stopped at the workshop to repair their vehicles.

There are family, friends or even other important things that wait and go, when we travel. However, if in the middle of the road like this, automatically all will be hampered and there is a heart that will be disappointed. Zen learned a lot about this from the facial expressions of his customers. He heard a lot of apologies, cries, anger and even gratitude due to events outside the plan.

"The repairman is also a hero of time, helping to knit the halts of time that come to a halt when all is beyond human control," inner Zen.

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