IT'S ME YOU HURT
The first day of ngojek

Luckily my dad gave me permission and was willing to lend me his bike to work as an online motorcycle. I saw my father's face when he gave me the keys to the bike. He was so sad to see me. I don't know what you're thinking that's definitely not sad about lending you his bike.

There's a sad feeling I can get from the way Dad talked to me.

"You want to work as an online motorcycle taxi, son?"

"Yes yeah. While waiting for my application to be accepted at the company I applied for, I worked this first. Later every morning, I take my father to the market, then I go out to work."

"It's okay, son. I don't go to the market every day either. Maybe once every two or three days."

"But can you son??.... The field work is very heavy. You will face many challenges, both hot weather and rainstorms, meet a variety of characters on the road whether it's passengers or fellow road users, not everyone is good. Not to mention the condition of the road and the place you will go to, problems with the bike you use, flat tires, and much more."

Ah, father... Like Mom, you worry so much about me, they even ask the same question. There's no feeling of seeing it like this. Like wanting to release a child into battle. Poor them, I must have made both my parents sad. As a first child, I knew my parents expected a lot from me by educating me well and sending me to college. But I don't make them proud of my life, I make them sad like this.

I try to strengthen my heart. I set my resolve. I can't be pessimistic. It is impossible for me and my son to be a burden to my parents whose lives are also mediocre. I also can't expect the money sent by Angga.

This month alone he sent only one million, even though he himself made a stipend deal of three million for Ziva's needs every month. Maybe he has a lot of needs too. Mas Angga just got married, must have cost a lot. I don't know what next month he'll send. And the next month again, whether he still or not give money.

I looked at my father, with an optimistic smile. I can't make my parents worry too much. I've been too much of a burden to my parents, both mental and financial.

"Dad. God willing I can. Many mothers and young girls work as online ojek. If they can, why can't I. I just asked for the prayers of my mom and dad. And I also took Ziva, while I was working. Mom and Dad don't have to worry about me too much. I've been very big in terms of my age and shape. I'm no longer the little Reyna that father and mother have to worry about as much as I used to." I laughed softly, trying to melt the atmosphere with a light joke, so that father was not sad like this when driving me to work.

I activated the online taxi app and waited for the order to come in, wearing a jacket and gloves. Just a few minutes, the first order entered, the nominal is twelve thousand, I immediately took the order.

I called my first customer here, and I'll pick up the appointment according to the pick-up point on the app.

I say goodbye to my father, I say a prayer in my heart for my happiness and that of my family.

I kissed my father's hand, asking for his blessing. Dad held my head, I saw him closing his eyes for a moment like praying for my departure.

"Reyna, don't hesitate to call dad if anything happens on the street. I'll go help you even if there's a storm!" Ah father... I cried in my heart, moved by my father's words. I nodded my head, saying his words.

I then left on my dad's bike. Start scavenging fortune for a living with this new job of mine.

Thank God the first order went well. There are already a few passengers I'm bringing. The total money I collected until this afternoon was one hundred and twenty-five thousand rupiah, fifteen thousand I used for lunch at the food stall on the side of the road. The rest one hundred and ten thousand rupiahs. Alhamdulillah.

I saw the clock on the phone showing at 2:30 p.m., I just finished eating at a roadside stall. I re-enable the application to receive the order. This time I got an order for delivery.

I then drove my bike to the return address.

The sky looks cloudy, it may soon rain. I then say goodbye to the mother who sent this item and drove away on my motorcycle. 'Hopefully I won't get rained before handing this stuff over to the owner.' My prayer in my heart.

After walking a few meters, I felt something was wrong with the motor I was driving. Sure enough, I saw the rear tire of my bike deflated. Looks like a nail on the road. It seems I can't force to keep pushing this bike.

I don't know about vehicles, I only know how to drive them. All I know, it looks like these motorcycle tires don't use inner tubes. Chances are that if I force it will make the tires crumble. My current income is not enough to buy new tires.

Oh my... What I should do.

I've never even gone to this place before, I just rely on GPS as a guide. Where else do I push my bike.

The sky was getting dark, the rain was starting to fall. I walk while pushing my bike. The streets were so quiet, there was no one passing by who could ask the location of the workshop or the tire patch around here. The rain is getting heavier, I put my bike in front of the shop that is closing, all to take shelter while looking for information about the workshop or tire patch near here. I plan to contact the recipient of the goods that I will deliver to inform you that I will be a little late because there are obstacles to flat tires and heavy rain.

I pulled out my phone I had in my jacket. There were 7 missed calls from the new number, and it turned out that it was the phone number of the recipient of the item I wanted to send. I called that number.

[Good afternoon, with Mr. Roky.].

I didn't finish saying I mean, the receiver yelled and got angry at me.

[You here, my phones don't pick up! You want to run away with my money, huh????]

There was a baritone voice coming from across the phone shouting at me.

Oh my God has not finished one problem, come another problem.

[Sorry, I'm just an online motorcycle taxi courier, sir, to deliver the goods that are typed by your wife.] I answered her politely. I always remember mom's message to always be humble and polite to parents.

[Yes! Where are you now??!! The stuff you brought is my money!] Answer the Father with a ketus.

[Astagfiraladzim. I don't know sir, if it's money. Sorry sir, I'm still on Merdeka street in front of the Rainbow shop about a kilometer from the house.] I have not yet explained the reason why I have not arrived, but the Father has cut off my conversation and is angry.

[Why are you still there?! You can not work anyway?!!! I've been waiting for you to know no!]

[Sorry sir.].

[Don't cut my word! you're just a lowly motorcycle taxi driver! Anyway if in thirty minutes you haven't reached this place, I'll report you to the police!]

Astagglory!!!