Call Me Rain
Ojek

The clear weather in the morning made Alula eager to leave.When the sun began to rise, Alula again continued her journey.unlike a quiet night uninhabited, uninhabited, this morning he saw some farmers doing their thing.

Some of them are hoeing, making cotages and mounds of land ready for them to plant seedlings.some are busy harvesting, too, clean the vegetables he just picked and weigh some of his farm produce to sell and bring to market.

The typical air of the mountains smelled refreshing in his lungs. Alula breathed in the pure still clean oxygen as if she had not inhaled free air for a long time.

If only air was bought with money, no matter how much money could be spent to pay for the oxygen that God created for his creatures, imagine it would not be able to.

"Where's the ring, what's here again, this early in the morning in the garden?" a farmer approached him.

"Ehhh, sa, I am going for a walk." he replied stammeringly.he put on his headgear and bowed his gaze for fear that the man might recognize him.

"ohh.. often or neng walk to the garden like this. let immediately his mind, the air is also good for the lungs. let alone the neng kanya still young" he said again.

"Yes, yes ma'am, if so please excuse me first. I was in a hurry." without turning to his interlocutor Alula rushed away.

kunaon ari si neng, siga nu sieun..

(why the neng, the rich who are afraid of it)

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Lama Alula down the plantation until he arrived by the road . not many vehicles passed there. The road feels lonely. usually the road is only traversed by a few ojek, the road is usually only passed by a few ojek, but there are not many vehicles, vegetable transportation cars that transport crops and private cars of the owners of several villas in the area.

Alula walked to the front.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes.

Step by step led him to walk a few meters from the starting point he was walking , he wished there was one vehicle he could ride.

"Ojekkk.." he shouted, when he saw a motor passing at medium speed.it seemed to be an ojek.

Lahhh ni person, thought I kang ojek .

"Ehh girl, nice ojak, ojek, ojak, ojek, down ! I'm not kang ojek !" emphatically.

"Udah sir, go ahead ! later I pay ko. deliver me to the city border yah ! or directly to the terminal" he said at length.

"Heuhhh, nuisahin !" without seeing his interlocutor the man restarts his motorcycle.

No word said during the trip, Alula who considers the biker is a motorcycle taxi driver, reluctant to invite him to talk. until less than 15 minutes until they arrive at a mart.

"Co stop sir ? it's still a long way away." he asked in astonishment.

"Gue's just going to endorsmart! you've been hitchhiking all the way here, down !" the biker's orders without much question Alula also came down from the motorbike.

"And I said I'd be fine." he stopped when he saw the motorcycleman open his helmet.

"Ka.. You're not a motorcycle taxi man ?" tanyana was observing the man in front of her.

He was stuck, in front of him stood a young man who was estimated to be 18 years old, a difference of 3 years on it. his face was handsome with his hair thick and a little long. his skin was smooth white as often grooming, and his skin was white, look her eyes sharp with thick eyebrows and a sharp nose.there is not the slightest smile on her lips.he has a sturdy jaw, clearly visible if he is a cold man. the motorcycleman ? it doesn't seem to be very suitable to be his profession..

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