The Ojek That's My Soul
Missionize
🌴Tell me that right is true.
Even though you will eventually be enemies.
Don't wear a mask to make friends, show yourself what you are.
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This morning it was greeted with a golden yellow color in the eastern horizon.
The sun gradually propelled itself through the gap of the clouds.
The sound of birds chirping happily, in between their activities make nests in tree branches or in the windpipe houses residents.
The mini birds are commonly called sparrows.
As if it was cheerful because a few days ago maybe they were not this free.
Yes, because of the intensity of the fairly dense rain flushed several cities and regions simultaneously.
It even caused some areas to be hit by floods and landslides.
Grateful, this area does not flood, I don't know if the area around the bantaran kali.
Until when the residents will understand, so as not to throw garbage in the river.
In fact, every year not only those who are difficult because of the impact.
But also some of the neighbors of the village around them.
It seems that consciousness is hard to find.
While the mindset still puts forward ego and self-interest.
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The sound of the motor resonates deafeningly.
Fortunately, the distance from the house to the neighbors was far away.
So, no one is disturbed by the routine activities of an online motorcycle taxi driver.
The man whose hair is shagged in the pigtail half to the back.
Seen playing the handlebar of his motor.
Occasionally his eyes watched the smoke coming out of his old motor exhaust.
This is the routine, once a week to check the condition and stability of the motor.
Because, even though the bike is already legendary.
As long as it is maintained, the power and its existence can still compete with the latest output motors.
Which is said to be said, only win in the body but the running is like a conch.
(Sok tempe lu thor#timpukpakebusi)
The man in a loose black t-shirt, immediately grabbed his green jacket.
The color is lighter than the jacket that is usually worn.
Apparently, it's a jacket that was just picked up yesterday afternoon at the operational office located in the area.
The drivers do not need to pay, only the company will cut it from the balance of the drivers every day until the price of the jacket or helmet is paid off.
The man with the nose sipped the rest of his black coffee.
Then he returned the glass to the kitchen and placed it in the sink of the dishwasher.
Just now he was about to lock the door of his house, which is in the style of the betawi stilt house.
The phone in his jacket pocket rang.
(Damn?)
📱"Yes, nih Abang want otewe, "
📱"Yes, yes, Kinoy baubles! "
Rojali put his phone back in his pocket.
Then he started the Crest and moved away from the beautiful village.
Today he took another day off to transport customers who may need a fast line to their destination.
Because his current mission, is to ask for the blessing of his parents, before he continues on the next step.
And, smooth the plan.
He drove the four-wheeler to the location where he and his mother would meet after five years of separation.
I feel impatient and want to get there quickly, of course.
The miss has been burning and spilling everywhere.
He also impatiently wanted to ask for blessing in person and told about the angel who had stolen his heart.
But, what to say...
The streets of the capital, always faltering, a kind of method of repayment of the debt of the next door neighbor.
Make the soul's emotion squawk.
(Eh, kok vent)
Finally, the Crest brought the master to his destination.
A luxury restaurant serving Indonesian and western food.
Rojali parked his bike.
In a place that has been provided by the restaurant owner and guarded by men in special uniforms.
The guard gawked for a moment, after paying close attention. He then asked.
"Eh, Bang, Bang, intermittently..."
"This resto feeling, no cooperation
gopud "asked the parking guard to stop Rojali's steps.
" Lha emang? "say Rojali calmed down while raising one side of her eyebrows.
" Yes, the brother said come here
lt's it? "
ask the parking guard again.
"I'm mao breakfast, "
"So I can't eat here? "
ask Rojali back by sitting.
"Oohh, "
"Eh, yes may, may, please, "
"But, jacket...? "
Clumsily the guard while scratching his nape.
"Yes, I use dong, it must be in the cold room, "
"I'm afraid to catch a cold if I get AC, because my stomach is empty, "
lirih Rojali while putting on her innocent face.
"Oh, is that it? "
"Yaudah, come in, please. "
The parking guard shook his head, then left Rojali to check some of the vehicles parked there.
(Cih, can't get AC but breakfast at a fancy resto, should be warteg aja sonoh!)
The parking guard glanced at a glance, smiling slanted towards Rojali who had seen his back.
Relaxed and calm, the man stepped into the restaurant.
Like people who have often and used to come to an exclusive place.
He kept his feet forward.
Although some eyes could not pay attention to him.
From the first entrance, he climbed the stairs.
No kangen, the author...
Map ye just nongol again.
Plis keep support and control Bang Ali with Fatimah until halal ye🥳
