Story of Mystery Story
Services of the Tire Patcher

The sun has begun to move westward, in the dimness of twilight Grace is advancing her motor at moderate speed. Along the road that passed lined trees decorated with lush scrubland.

Sitting in the back hugging her waist Rian is her 10-year-old second child.

"Rian?" call him after he realized that his son was silent noiseless.

"Yes dad?" one answer is heard.

"Cursed you?"

"No dad, is it still a long way from Grandma?" now her son asks.

"About half an hour I think we'll be there. If you're sleepy tell dad, let's sit in the front."

"Yes father." answered Rian briefly.

Grace refocused her motorbike, the headlights were turned on, the dark atmosphere and the uneven streets made her have to be more careful.

Actually, the route he passed was often he passed, but only this time the trip had to be taken until late at night, because there was a lot of work that had to be done in the office.

His mother's house or Rian's grandmother more or less took a two-hour trip from where he lived. This time he visited his parents with two intents, the first being a friendship, the second attending the circumcision of his nephew, the son of his youngest sister.

While half daydreaming, he felt the motor motion felt good. Grace felt something was wrong with the front wheels of her vehicle. Do not want anything to happen, immediately slowed down the speed of the vehicle.

"Why then?" rian asked as the motorbike he was riding moved slowly and finally stopped.

Grace did not answer. He got off the bike and grabbed his son, helping him get off the bike.

Then note the front wheel and press it. Sembesive. Holy hooch! Motor wheel's gems.

Grace shook her head, looking at her eyes sweeping the surrounding area. The road dimmed, the darkness blocking his sight. There was not a single light that showed the mark of a settlement.

He saw his son rubbing his nose.

"Our motorbike deflated Rian, let's walk, who knows there is a motorbike workshop in front" he said.

The child just nodded. Slowly Grace guided her motor.

Less than ten minutes. In the front direction Grace saw a figure that seemed to stand on the side of the road. The move? Thought.

Once close, the one that was seen by him was indeed a person. A middle-aged man, had a short beard in white.

Grace stops the move. "Night sir." said.

The old man did not reply, his eyes were seen observing the motor carried by Grace.

"Buzzer tyre?" ask the man.

Grace nodded.

"Come, come" said the old man. And without waiting for an answer, he turned around and set foot.

Grace turned towards Rian. "Go to Yan's bike, let's go faster." After his son boarded, Grace followed the old man's steps.

Before long the old man seemed to turn to the left, and not far from it Grace could see a yellow light ahead.

In the little hut that was illuminated by the dim light the old man stopped his steps, as if waiting for Grace and his son.

Arriving in front of the hut Rahmat breathed a sigh of relief, because after paying attention to the place, he knew that the hut was a workshop.

"Get me your bike, let the father patch his tires." the old man ordered.

Grace according to, pushing the motor in the direction in which it is intended.

"Well, it's done, the motorcycle tyre has been patched" said the old man.

Grace got up, took out her purse, took some money and put it on the old man.

"What's this?" ask the man.

"Ongkos sir, make a tire patch." replied Rahmat.

"O don't need to unnecessarily, keep the money back."

"But sir, you have helped me, and this is indeed in return for your work." said Rahmat.

"Have it, helping others is not an obligation, after all I have not worked as a patch anymore, just continue the ananda journey, hopefully safe until the destination."

Woeful grace, seeing the face of the old man who looked earnest, he finally put the money back in his hands.

"Okay sir, I thank you again. But if you may know, what's your father's name?"

"Wongso." replied the old man.

After saying goodbye, Rahmat went back on his journey with his son.

His nephew's circumcision event was very lively, with the entertainment of leather puppet one night for. His son seemed to enjoy the show. Indeed since childhood often invited his son to watch puppet shows.

One day and two nights he was staying at his mother's house. After simply letting go of the longing with the mother, Grace came home.

"It's such a rush Mat, you should have stayed at least a week here" said the mother.

"Yes Ma'am, but the work in the office is waiting, change when the time of Grace stay a bit long if you take time off." said Grace.

"Alright, be careful on the way later." his mother's message.

Around nine in the morning Rahmat left his mother's house. Before going home repeatedly hug and kiss on the mother's landing on her grandson Si Rian. "The school is diligent." the grandmother's message.

Grace drove the motor across the same route as he departed. He stopped by a shop, bought various cakes, his goal was to stop for a while to the workshop Mr. Wongso, just show his gratitude.

Arriving at Mr. Wongso's workshop, Rahmat's forehead wrinkled, as it turned out that the workshop was seen closed. Where is the old man? Is it closed today, or is it a bit later? Her thought.

While thinking, a young man walked towards her.

"Will serve sir?" ask the young man so close.

"Ah no, just wanted to meet the owner of the workshop" he replied.

"Meet the workshop owner? It's been half a month since the workshop closed, sir, you mean to see Mr Wongso?"

"Yes right mas, I want to say thank you, two days yesterday he helped me patch the motorcycle tires." explained Rahmat.

"Eh? Two days yesterday? You sure?" asked the young man with a puzzled face.

"Betul mas, two days before the night Mr. Wongso helped me."

While glancing at the workshop, the young man said softly, "But Sir, it was half a month ago that Mr. Wongso died... "

For some reason, the speech of the young man makes the nape of Grace is not creepy.

Died off? The old man had said that he was not working patching anymore.. So what he met at that time was Mr Wongso's spirit! Back nape goosebumps.

He immediately thanked and thanked the young man. Re-applied the motor to go home. Ah Mister Wongso, though how he has meritorious, may his spirit be calm and accepted by His side.

Done it.