The Ojek That's My Soul

Hidden longing

🌴We are born plain without a thread covering the body.

Because we are still holy, clean without stain of sin.

However, when we return we are in a roll of white-coated fabric.

All because God wants to cover up our shame.

Our selves, already filled with the waste of sins, while walking on the mortal earth.

Less good what?

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This afternoon, the haired gentleman, drove his four-wheeled iron mount.

They split the crowd in the capital's traffic.

This time, he left the green jacket with the logo of the online transportation service application company.

In the clothes behind the door of his room.

He appeared casual, with a gray nevada shirt.

In the padu blue dongker levis jacket and matching colored levis pants.

And grey sneakers.

Totally matching and eye catching once.

With his style like that, instantly lost his image as a motorcycle taxi driver who is dekil of the kumel.

In fact, at a glance he can align his fondness with the action film actor swordsman dragon axe geni 212, named Vino G. Bastians.

In fact, the crest also followed in the poll.

After being taken to the motor salon aka steam.

Jambul looks more handsome and dashing.

On top of that iron horse.

His lips curled thinly, depicting streaks of happiness that radiated a twinkle as bright as the morning sun.

His determination is now round.

After the end, he exchanged stories with his mother.

Passed the phone line two days ago.

His spirit was burning not because it was now the day of the Youth Pledge.

Although, maybe a few more hours will be a historic day and determine the direction of his future.

*Flashback*

After pacing around for a long time, and flipping his smart phone many times.

Finally Rojali decided to touch the picture of the phone handle and dial the sister.

A number he's been struggling to get.

In fact, he came to the old campus of his sister.

To get her sister's phone number.

Since his expulsion from the family of Adi Guna Brotoseno.

Jihan has been transferred from the faculty.

Aiming, so that Rojali could not meet his sister because she lost track of him.

Luckily, Rojali was able to get Jihan's number from one of the canteen guards there.

Because Jihan had worked with several food vendors in the cafeteria, for charity events and bazaars on the campus.

Heather.. tuut,

1sec

5seconds

10seconds

Until Rojali tried to retrial.

Three times, the result is the same.

On the fourth attempt.

The call is connected.

📱"Assalamu aleikum,kinoy! "

Little vibrates Rojali calls with a pet call to her only sister.

📱"Waalaikum greetings, Abaaangg!! "

"O Allah, Abaangg... Is this really Bang Ali kinoy? "

📱"Yes, this is Brother, "

"Where are you all? "

Rojali felt tightness in her chest as the longing piled up in her heart.

📱"Alhamdulillah, good Bang, "

Jihan, try to hold that patter.

Many times he shrunk the droplets that were about to spill from the tip of his eye.

📱"Sorry, Brother just called, "

"You all change the number, or indeed the number your brother blocked, "

"Even to get this number, you have to travel for seven days on your campus, "

Rojali sighed, he inhaled oxygen so that his lungs did not feel squeezed.

📱"Sorry, kinoy ya Bang, "

"We are all watched, as are the papi and the roof tiles, "

Jihan spoke softly even half a whisper, "

"Now a kinoy is crammed under the blanket, Bang, "

"Well, at home, there's the Cctv, "

"Including the kinoy room, "Remain again.

📱"So, how can you talk to your mom? "

"There's something important, about the future, brother, "

"Kinoy can help, right? "

rojali asked expectantly to her little sister.

📱"Em, God willing yes, Bang, "

"Later, Kinoy thought of how, "

"Yes first, Bang, there's not going to the kinoy room, "

"The shop tomorrow kinoy kabarin, brother, "

Jihan hastily turned off the connection, and immediately off the smart phone.

Clutch

A middle-aged man opened the door of his daughter's room, he saw a dimly lit room.

Because only the lights sleeping on the nightstand are lit.

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He approached the princess' bed.

Put down the blanket on the girl's shoulder.

(It's customary, always cover the whole body with a blanket?)

(What if you can't breathe?)

The middle-aged man whose hair had the collaboration of two colors was.

Slowly rubbing the tip of the princess' head.

Tidying up the little girl's hair that is now quickly growing older.

He hoped that his daughter would not rebel like her only son.

For the loss of a son has made his days of five years difficult and squeaky.

He didn't know what would happen if his daughter were like that.

Deep, deep in my heart.

For every parent, no one hates their child.

They just took the wrong path in maintaining their pride.

Sometimes regret eats away day after day and from time to time.

However, the sloppy ego explores the heart inside the chest.

Blinded reality, that longing will erode age.

Hi, pet.

Don't forget the support, comments, criticism.

What ajalah..take for meh💋.