Sam
Me and memories.

[Why? Kangen, huh?]

[Udah getting used to, waiting for a boring message from me?]

[Wait a few more days, yeah. I will definitely go to your house.]

That was the message Sam sent Nada in the end. Making Nada in other parts of the city so annoyed.

The message was delivered and opened directly by Nada. There's no reply at all. Only occasionally seen typing, but never answered his message.

Sam still keeps on poking a meaningful smile. For having got the yellow light from the owner of the Heart. Yes, from the question Nada sent out, he had already concluded himself triumphantly.

In fact, the message was read only and not responded to by Nada. Makes Sam smile again. Estimating the facial mimic of Nada when reading her message.

Imagining Nada's face suddenly sebal made Sam chuckle.

The next day, Sam's life was more. From taking care of the workshop with the arrival of hundreds of spare parts and spare parts. Then the afternoon he again reviewed the construction of the workshop that had begun on the roof. Estimating lack of. Also occasional discussion of the suitability of the image to the original. Not to forget he coordinated with Mas Alif as the main donor.

"You take the bank, how's Sam? You see, the money I was supposed to send was borrowed by a friend."

Advice from Alif made Sam massage the base of his nose while the phone connection was still on.

"Or if you have savings. Put it on first, how? There aren't?"

At that time Sam had to have the most reasonable reason. Because as long as he gets a salary from Pakde Wahid his money is only reduced for urgent matters.

Until finally, with a heavy heart he had to give up his Kawasaki ninja motorbike to complete the construction of the workshop.

He took the opportunity to take pictures for the last time with his iron horse. Gifts from papa when entering High School, which until now still looks good because it is often panned even though the original owner was in Manado for four years.

Still well maintained even though some of the paint has almost faded color. Once some time on loan Budi, a nephew of mama who is in Mojolaban. That too is not long.

"Deal."

Sam receives a helping hand from Royan's cousin who is a hobby of motorcycle brokers.

"Ten million cash, Mas. The rest I transfer, yes. I don't know if it's this good, even though it's an old bike."

Put a brown envelope on the table. With a satisfied face.

"Maybe I'll wear it myself, Mom." Budi laughed, "old stuff but the body is still okay," he continued looking satisfied towards his motorbike which has now been raised in a white pick up car in the garage.

"May be useful, yes."

"May the money be blessed, Mommy."

The hope of Sam and Budi when Budi again shook Sam's hand and immediately left the garage yard. Leave Sam and Royan who are still standing looking at Budi's car that has mingled with other vehicles.

"If it's still a pity, why don't you borrow the bank anyway." Royan still captures the weight of Sam's heart when he releases his favorite motorcycle.

Sam smiled as he turned into the workshop at Royan.

"Hopefully this is more blessed for later. Make the next move."

"Why not ask for Ortu. Counting for capital, right."

Sam pulled out a wooden chair and sat down. "It's time we started standing alone."

"Yes, although there was eventually parental intervention as well. The motor was also originally from the parents, right."

"There Mas Alif give me a donation of funds I am very grateful."

Royan nodded twice. "Said you had part time in Manado?"

Sam nodded. "One of them is money from there."

The workshop was closed half an hour ago. All the workers have also gone home.

"So, your workshop is purely from your efforts with Mas Alif? Trus who runs Pakde Wahid's workshop Who is Sam?" ask Royan.

"For a while, yes, it's me. Until Wulan's husband wants to manage himself."

"Thankful - thank goodness Mbak Wulan himself who wants to manage."

Sam sighed while igniting a cigarette and within seconds had puffed white smoke in the air.

"They reasoned not to be spec entrepreneurs. I like working for the country. Or even more convenient for raising the efforts of others." With Mbak Wulan who works as a teacher and her husband who heads a Bank, made Sam think so.

Royan again took a sip of his coffee and began to pick up a cigarette and slipped it between his index and middle fingers. "Don't think narrow, Sam. Maybe they deliberately seek knowledge in the company of people. And the knowledge that can be for the advancement of his business later. People's fate. Who knows."

Royan's words with confidence and hand movements that press several times to affirm his words. Makes Sam pull the corners of his lips. "Sok wise, you," said Sam.

"But I'm also like a coolie, no. Work for people. Even though the effect while running his own business later."

"But it's okay. Good thing it stays with me too."

They talked until late at night. Until finally, Royan and Sam did not go home and actually slept roll out a folding mattress. Sleeping among the pile of spare parts that have just come and have not been settled by Pipin.

Sam himself was tired, when he intended to type a message for Nada, Royan mocked him.

"Don't bribe. Ntar the fall of bosen." Royan started to smile.

Getting Sam to uninstall the messaging menu. Glancing at the rest of the battery that has been urgent, he carger at the table near the storefront.

For then he joined the spread beside Royan who had been looking for the right channel.

"News, aja. Another week instead of fasting. Once upon a time there was a drama of the determination of the beginning of Ramadan rich a few years ago."

"Still, long, tired," elak Royan who this time found a tempting advertisement of Syrup mirjan.

"There's a cold drink, isn't there, Sam?" Royan has been frenzied looking for where the chiler is.

"There's ahead. This morning Agus moved in. Gegara goods that come must be examined again "Sam has taken over the tv remote. Because Royan was looking for a chiler.

Royan came and sat down while putting two bottles of tea in front of Sam.

Suddenly, Royan forcibly seizes the tv remote that makes Sam shrivel.

"Woy. It's kungfu football, Sam!" peekik Royan made Sam staring at the tv screen.

"What, try the title!" Sam tries to challenge Royan's memory.

"That's it! Forgot." Royan grimaced while remembering.

"Daddy," murmured Sam. However, it still does not tell the title even though Royan tries to remember it. Asian comedy drama that they have often watched while still in High School.

Royan and Sam looked at the way the players were dressed. Until they found the slide rather melow. Because the main player is not sensitive to the feelings of the girl who is originally beautiful but looks unkempt.

Even Royan shriveled as the girl's tears fell and landed right on the cake.

"Melow, Yan!"

"Njiirrr, it's sad."

"Do you remember the title?"

"Well. This is Shaolin soccer."

...***...

The morning greet again makes Sam berjibaku with his work. Royan also came home after spending a serving of liquet rice which he bought not far from the workshop.

When the workshop business has been handled by Pipin. Also a team of technicians who increase one more from SMK children who are PKL. Make him immediately rush to the building materials store to look for materials that are lacking.

It should add mild steel to the back porch of the workshop. According to Alif's proposal some time ago.

"Hopefully, this week is over and getting ready for other business."

While in other parts of the city, Nada is busy with PTS that is ongoing.

Keep an eye on the continuity of the test in the morning until 12 pm. It continues to correct and starts to input the value in the e report file. One by one the work that requires thoroughness and quite time-consuming that unconsciously a little forget his frustration back to Sam. Until midday, there was no message that he expected to come.

In fact, he had sacrificed his prestige to send a message first that afternoon.

"For a long time, fucked me. How could-can be careless just gegara Sam do not give news."

Tone glanced at the other table in the teacher's room. There was Bu Yuni who looked seriously paying attention to the repetition of the rote vidio from his disciple.

Then, Nada looked the other way. There was Mr. Rahmat, Mr. Banu who also seemed busy correcting the test results of his students today.

His gaze ended on Bubelle who was smiling to herself. Huh definitely chit chat with her future husband, tuh.

Make him check the status wa back on his phone. Unintentionally his eyes are bolted when he sees one of the stories' with a person standing opposite to his motorbike. A motor suddenly flashed in his memory.

"Ah, masa'iya," he murmured.

But the caption underneath made his mind piqued. For then he looked back and scanned carefully the look of the photo.

"Letting go of old memories to make new ones. Sweet is my soul." Complete with mengering emogy.

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