MIRACLE: SUPER RICH!!!
Plin Plan

After ending the conversation with Bu'lek Asmuni, Tan put his smartphone to the side, he was over the long sofa he used to sit on.

"Do I have to go?" Tan muttered who was still thinking about the conversation with Bu'lek Asmuni earlier.

He actually did not want to leave because Tan could not stand the attitude of his mother's brothers, except for Asmuni's bu'lek who was too demeaning and underestimating his family, especially his father who was only a lowly employee at the bank.

Although the bank where his father works is the central bank of his country that makes, makes policies and regulates the circulation of money in his country, namely Indonesia.

"But I told you to come with Asmuni's bulek and also said grandma wanted to meet me." Tan muttered that he began to plan for the decision he would take.

For almost half an hour, Tan thought about whether to contact Bu'lek Asmuni again to tell him that he did not come or stay as he told his mother's younger sister.

"It seems that I really should attend, however grandma has asked me to attend, there's no way that I'm going to refuse grandma's wish, let alone on her birthday." Gumam Tan who has confirmed his decision.

During that half hour, Tan had wasted a lot of time just looking for reasons to keep her from joining the family gathering, but all the reasons that make him not to be denied by himself so that the result of his decision is still the same as the beginning.

This he has done often and most introverts also do the same thing as himself, looking for reasons not to get out of his comfort zone, namely solitude.

After wasting time that was considered a waste of time for people who were not introverts, Tan took back his smartphone to find out more about online motorcycle jobs.

A job that is not very suitable for someone who has an introvert like himself.

While looking for information about the job, a message from the application ojol appeared on the screen of the smartphone.

A message informing Tan that the ojol who received his order had arrived in front of his house.

Without much behavior, Tan immediately moved away from the comfortable sofa, heading to the side door behind the sofa.

Walk out of the house after opening the side door, towards the small gate.

"Good afternoon, order food on behalf of Mr Tanaka?" Ask the driver who wears a black jacket with a bright gold OKJECK inscription on the left chest and the Indonesian flag on the right chest of the jacket.

"Yes, with me." Sahut Tan, while receiving a plastic bag containing various foods for his lunch. "The payment is already done with a digital wallet right?" Ask Tan.

"Yes, if you'll excuse me sir." The ojol driver.

"Oh, wait a minute sir, I want to ask you something, okay?" Tanya Tan stopped the ojol driver's footsteps.

"Can you ask me what, sir?" Ask the driver ojol.

Tan immediately asked a few things about ojol's work, especially about how to list it.

The driver of the ojol graciously answered every question posed by Tan. Although he wanted to quickly go to a place where usually many orders had sprung up.

But because there are rules about the best service for the customer, he must provide the best service so that the branch does not go down if the customer gives a bad assessment just because the service is not good or unsatisfactory.

"Alright I've understood more, I'm sorry for holding back your time, sir." Tan said.

"It's okay, I as a driver of OKJECK must indeed provide the best service for each customer, please help the star lima sir." Said the driver ojol.

Tan nodded his head and then saw the driver leave until he was not seen again, then he closed the fence and entered the house.

After he put a plastic bag on the dining table, he turned his gaze to the phone screen and tapped several times on the screen.

Tan is giving a five-star rating and a tip for the driver and the tips he gave for the driver ojol, amounting to 500 thousand.

A number big enough for just a tip and it will make the driver ojol it will be surprised to know it.

But for Tan it was only a small number when compared to the money he had today.

Meanwhile, Driver ojol who deliver lunch orders Tan has arrived at a strategic location will appear many orders.

He chatted with the ojol colleagues who were in that place, be it fellow applicators or different ones, while waiting for new orders to appear on his smartphone screen.

When he checked the application ojol devoted to drivers, he was surprised to see that his account balance had increased by 500 thousand.

"Geez, what dream did I last night, only this time there is a customer to give tips up to 500 thousand." Said the driver ojol.

The remark made the other ojol drivers close to him hear and feel disbelief.

"Here you see for yourself, if you don't believe." Said the driver ojol.

Other drivers directly look at the smartphone screen of the driver ojol and they are stunned to not believe because it was the first time they saw tips with such a large number.

"Wow, is your customer a rich man? How could he really give such a big tip." Ask a driver who is also using the same applicator.

"In terms of appearance and home, this customer looks like an ordinary person, not rich or poor, but if he gives tips of this magnitude, he said, of course if that person is really rich and generous." Obviously the driver of the ojol was very grateful for the abundance of such sudden windfall.

At that very moment, suddenly the sound of the order notification sounded on his smartphone and it made the driver smile happily.

While other drivers feel jealous of the driver ojol it because it is not those who get that much money.

"Wo~ new come, directly nyantol, gacor!" Speak to other drivers who use the same applicator.

"Hahaha, maybe today the door of my fortune is again opened wide by God." Answer the casual driver who stepped foot to the motorbike and left the place to the location of the customer is located.

Time went by quickly without notice, yesterday, Sunday was over and replaced with today, Monday.

Tan, who finished his morning shower, immediately dressed neatly, but still casual, a t-shirt with a zipper jacket and long jeans.

Facing the glass while combing the hair that is rather wet and disheveled in order to be neat.

Feeling that his hair was looking neat, Tan immediately took a backpack to check the contents of the bag.

"Akte was born as well as his copy photo, registration form, 12 photo pairs 4x6, family card as well as his copy photo, photo copy of E-KT, and BPKB." Tan muttered as he checked one by one what he said was already in the backpack.

Feeling that all the requirements documents he had to carry had been inside the backpack, Tan immediately walked to the side door of his house to get out of the house, heading to the garage to remove the motorcycle.

Today, she had many things she had to do outside the house, so she had to leave early in the morning.

There were three places he had to go, first the police station to make SKCK, and then, both used and last motorbike dealerships are authorized from the same brand as the motor he will be selling today.

Tan created SKCK because it was one of the requirements documents that would be used to register to become a driver ojol.

The motor he sells because the applicator company that will be where he registered as a bulge does not comply with the requirements of the year of motorcycle feasibility desired by the applicator company.

So he must be forced to sell his old motorcycle that has a lot of history passed with it and buy a new motorbike in order to meet the requirements of the registration ojol tesebut.

"This will be my last day riding this bike." Tan muttered while stroking his motorbike which had accompanied him from the early days of students until now.

Many memories exist on the bike, especially the memories when he was still dating Saras.

"Why should I remember him again? He's already decided his future is with another man, not me, so forget him, Tanaka!" Tan muttered that commemorates himself.

The man shook his head and exhaled his breath trying to erase the memories of Saras that he had lived with using his motor matic.

"It looks like selling this matic bike is good too." Tan muttered again, while directing the motor out of the garage.

He opened a large turnstile and took the motor out of his yard.

Tan immediately drove his old motorbike into the street, after he closed the fence and locked it with a padlock.

He was riding the motorcycle towards the center of Yogyakarta, because that's where the police station, where he would make SKCK.