Sam
Bereft

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After meeting with Mega and eating at the campus cafeteria, Buna and Mega split up at the Campus gate. Buna immediately turned the gas lever to go home.

In each trip Buna, his memory continues to spin will talk with Mega earlier. He thought Mega had forgotten about it. In fact, he still remembers himself who was reluctant to make a commitment. Buna smiled, when she remembered that her friend had even changed four girlfriends during her education on campus. Kata Mega is exploring the selection of candidates as candidates for imam. Mega said first. Buna laughed in her heart.

Passing through, the Jebres line and continuing south following the bus line, Buna drove at medium speed. Sometimes he glanced at the watch, still at three in the afternoon. One more hour that means four o'clock is home.

Ahh, mattress. I miss.

Until finally Buna realized when the front tire a little olieng. He decided to pull over on the sidewalk. Sure enough, his front tyre had leaking and he turned his head scanning around looking for a workshop.

Too bad, the location is far from the workshop. He decided to ask the rickshawman. And Buna is advised to guide the motor a few meters forward.

Inevitably Buna guided his motorbike to the workshop that was meant by the rickshawman earlier. Raga is tired, plus the test in plain sight.

How my path should be winding like this. After this morning passed the exam and this afternoon you tested me again? What plan is ahead of me after this, Lord.

"Why the bike, Mommy?" ask the workshop worker who happened to throw the trash forward.

"The leak of his kayak tire, Mas," said Buna who was tired because the sweat had flowed on the forehead. So tired, crazy.

Buna could only speak in her mind. He felt quite miserable guiding the motor four hundred meters long.

Soon he sat down at the place he had prepared.

Real crowded. Lucky it's still open, otherwise I'll lead it further.

Buna's beloved matic motorbike is now in the hands of workshop workers. How not to be sad, with the matic motorbike he has been accompanied for five years. He recalled, when the father diluted Jamsostek's claim in the previous factory, everything was used to buy the two wheels.

His name also has a motor, broken yes in service dong. Like the body if it hurts in medicine. Buna remembers someone's words.

Buna smiled remembering all of that. But soon he smiled wryly as he recalled who spoke like that to him. He then remembered who he had learned to ride a motorcycle with at that time.

I can remember him at a time like this.

"Sir, this should replace the inner tube. It's already torn. Fear if only in the patch later will leak again." The workshop worker told Buna, Buna immediately opened her wallet.

Thankfully there is money.

Buna finally agreed to anything as long as he could return home safely.

While waiting, Buna replied to a message with Mega about the graduation schedule for the next month. Until the conversation in the chat was increasingly everywhere, he realized there was another message in his chat room.

[I'm home, why haven't I come home yet?]

One message from Atar made Buna remember to send a copy of the curriculum that Atar requested.

^^^[**Sorry, still in Solo.^^^

^^^Ntar to the house I sent, yes**.]^^^

[Ok. I want to go home and talk.]

Oh my God, Father.

^^^[**So bad, me, Mas.^^^

^^^Soon pampit if there is need to other**]^^^

[Nothing, I even like, pdkt same son is not taken seriously, I deketin his father only]

^^[Don't start, Mas]^^

Buna is very unpleasant, already know the character of the father if the conversation does not want to stop. In addition, at Atar he was increasingly unwell, until now his heart was only reluctant not to tremble for him. Maybe not yet.

Buna was not stupid to mean Atar so well to him, because many times Atar said he wanted to be serious with him.

Not until five minutes, the Buna motorbike is finished. Soon he paid the cashier and then returned to his seat. He tidied up the leptop and put the coat on the backpack as the weather started to drizzle.

Beloved laptop, could be a danger of rain.

Buna continued the journey, until around the square, Buna wanted to buy souvenirs for father and mother.

After waiting for a while, Buna came to pay. He only realized when his wallet was not in the bag. In the pocket of the pants there are only ten thousand. He grinned to hold the shame on the seller serabi. "Sorry, Sir. It was in lessin. My wallet missed it."

Completely embarrassed, Buna told the seller and continued to apologize. But the seller's response was relaxed and asked Buna's confusion when his movement was looking for a wallet.

Just then Buna realized, he had to go back to the workshop to retrieve his wallet. Not on the nominal content in it, but important letters in it.

Buna turned back the direction of travel. He can only hope that it is still his life.

Chest rumbled, afraid, wanting to cry. He imagined what if it was completely lost and had to take care of the lost mail to make new letters. Imagining the complexity alone has made Buna dizzy.

Fifteen minutes, Buna arrived. Just when a workshop worker closes the rolling door.

"Wait, Mom!"

Buna ran over to the worker who was still sitting holding the padlock in hand.

"Mas, li-look at my wallet! It's maroon, it's in the chair!" While trying to regulate his breathing, Buna explained the purpose of his arrival.

"Wallet, Ma'am?" ask the male worker.

"I've changed the inner tube here, Mom. And I remember paying up, the wallet was still here. Because I was in a hurry to wrap my bag in my coat."

"Mas Agus, you found this wallet, didn't you?" ask the employee to the other employee.

"Pa'an's wallet?"

A man named Agus approached Buna and his friend.

"Don't see me, Ma'am."

"How much money is it, Mommy?" ask the fat-haired worker.

"It's not a matter of money, Mas, but the letters in it," explained Buna limp. There's no hope.

Buna saw the two workers muttering to each other, probably wondering. They compactly checked in the other corner of the workshop's waiting room.

After searching, they gave up.

Limply. Really limp. Buna came home in a doldrums. Lucky when leaving earlier he had filled the motor with pertamax in the pom. So don't be afraid to run out of gas to go home later.

Buna was not carrying his bike as fast as before. Sad, until he did not realize if he was crying, plus the rain actually fell, although not so heavy. He was lazy to wear a coat. It was just his bag that he put on his coat.

Adding to the problem is also his job to take care of new letters.

***

Sam came when it was late afternoon. But he still found two of his workers were still engrossed in chatting on the porch of the workshop.

"Not coming home, you guys?" sam asked Agus and one other worker.

"Still have a chat, sir."

Sam snorted, as they still saw him as the owner of the workshop. Means to Pakde Wahid first, they are too? Sam doesn't want to be taken that way more comfortably when his workers consider him a co-worker. Don't want to be too formal.

Am I like pakde? Just yummy.

But, seeing the jaded face of the two remaining workers, made Sam cultivate guilt on Agus who he had given responsibility before he went to Boyolali earlier. "Sorry, yeah. I'm turning it around the lore." Sam put the bag in the remaining seat space. "Not hesitate, if it's time to go home, just go home! It's not, it's Sunday night, you can get ready for a slingshot, who's got a girlfriend."

"It was intentional, sir. Men need to share too."

Sam just shook his head faintly with a smile, "It's rich' your mothers, '" Sam muttered as he walked in.

Sam checked the daily reports, also checked the stock of spare parts.

"I'll go home first, sir."

So focused Sam to tiptoe when Agus say goodbye home.

"Why, Sir?" agus asked as he watched Sam clutch his chest.

"Ah, no. Shocked," Sam now sees both his work is neat wearing their respective jackets. "Be careful, go home!"

"Ready, Sir. You're not coming home?" ask the younger worker from Agus as Sam looks back at the folding screen in front of him.

"Call Mas, aja, Tom. I feel old when I call you father."

"Oh, ready, Mas."

Sam smiled slightly and shook his head faintly. I'm that old called sir. Wonder. Inner Sam.

Until finally vague, Sam heard the conversation of Agus and Tomi who were still in the locker area.

"Pity, yes."

"Yes, I was crying earlier. Must be important letters in tangisin."

"If you look at it anyway, rich' student, yeah, Tom."

"Father on you, Mom!"

"Crazy. I have Selly."

"Oh, kirain. It's now, isn't it, the era has a backup."

"Indeed the motor has spare parts? Iku anyway, which is still labile like kowe (Mention in Javanese for -kamu)."

In his focus, Sam was distracted as well. Until finally he chimed in. "You are like real mothers for a long time. Not going home?"

"Yaelaah, Mom. We are expelled, nih," said Tomi in a sad style made-up.

"Yes, I'm driving you out! Just bother with it."

"We're talking about the girl who lost her wallet at the workshop this afternoon, Mas. Kasian, I've been looking everywhere I haven't met. Until you want to cry tuh, girl," explained Agus then really out with Tomi. While Sam was also eager to hear the story of Agus.

The phone next to the laptop is already vibrating. With the name of Royan there.

Apparently Royan wanted to invite him to hang out in Purwosari after his death. Sam, just ask his friend. Sunday night there are not many events with the family. The Reva twins also did not whine to take her to the mall so it is safe.

Time rolls until the Adhan Magrib, Sam first do his duty. Then immediately return to the po application at the supplier.

When the work is done. Sam makes sure the cctv is on well. He must be vigilant. Moreover, this workshop had already been diverted to him. He did not want to disappoint Pakde Wahid because he was bored in any case.

Tetiba Sam remembered the story of Agus, he who had been wearing a jacket back to check the cctv screen and he found a woman who looked confused walking around with Agus and Tomi.

He was even more stunned when he realized the face of the woman who lost her wallet. Hurry Sam switches zoom mode to make sure.

Oh my God,

...***...

...Well nahh, Nemu opo, Sam??...

...Happy weekend, man friend.sorry new can up🙏...

*please leave a trace, yes🙏