The Light of Hope in the Turkish Sky
Special Bike

The morning is approaching. The sunlight shines brightly. The smell of wet soil after rain makes anyone feel at one with nature.

Time shows exactly at 06.30 WIB. Salma looks neat in a white-gray uniform. He had just descended the connecting stairs of the first and second floors. He could see from above that his stepmother was preparing food while his papa was relaxing while drinking coffee.

"Salma, breakfast first son," pinta Ghina who at that time saw Salma. Salma ignored him and waltzed away just like that.

The sound of the table being hit hard made the atmosphere turn tense. Even that voice could be heard up to the second floor. Salma flinched in surprise and reflexively looked back. There his father was looking at him sharply.

"Here you are Salma" he said. Because I don't want to waste time. Salma rushed to Haidar.

Haidar looked at Salma with an unwilling look. "Give me your car keys. Put it on the table."

Salma who had been calm now glared at his eyes. Is that true?. "Well?? Sorry, you crazy? How do I keep going to school? If there is a group work I also how? Papa doesn't want to give me pocket money for a week. Credit cards are also frozen. What do you mean, let's try?"

"So that you know your mistake. Do you want to increase the sentence?" ask Haidar.

Salma breathed. He will show that he is not weak. He will prove that he can live without his father's treasure.

"OK, fine. A week without papa's treasure. Salma will be fine" he said, putting his car keys on the table.

After doing that, Salma left the dining table again. Walk towards the garage. He no longer uses a car and does not have a motor. Finally, he decided to use a bicycle.

Meanwhile in there. Ghina felt sorry for her stepson. He looked at Haidar in disbelief at his decision.

"Aren't you the same as Salma? It's heavy, a week without money without a car and then your credit card freezes. If for example there are activities that require him to spend money how?" Ghina.

"He may be a kid but he knows how to survive. So take it easy," replied Haidar as he returned to enjoying his coffee.

Salma led her bicycle out of the gate. He breathed repeatedly. After being satisfied Salma got on his bike and started paddling.

A few meters out of the gate. Someone rang the bicycle bell. "Tumben pack bike. Usually pack a car," he chirped.

Salma growled in annoyance. Because of that man, he almost lost his balance. "Zulkipli, God can not ngaggetin me a day. Fortunately, it did not fall. If you blister your responsibility."

While the one in omeli even smiled without burden. Like assuming that making Salma surprised is his new hobby. "Yes sorry" he said.

Zafir observed Salma intensely. He saw something different near his eyes. "Tumben lo use really good cane powder. Are you crying?" tanyakanya.

Like someone caught lying. Salma was visibly evil when Zafir asked. "Where is it why am I crying? It's just because I want to doang really," apparently.

"I know no Pinter Boong. Still desperate," said Zafir in his heart.

"Now I am. Why also use a bicycle? Don't you have a lot of vehicles?" cecar Salma to Zafir. Now clearly visible Zafir.

"Yes I want to. All sports are good," replied Zafir.

"Yes but no sense dugong. The distance from home to school is a long way twenty minutes until now," said Salma.

"That's through the main highway. If the difference mah yes through a shortcut. At least ten, fifteen minutes of new until the second," said Zafir.

Salma nodded her head small. "Why did you get in my complex area? Do you live here?" tanyakanya.

Zafir nodded. "It's just a different block from your house. Lo's in block B I'm block C."

"It was discovered. Means you from yesterday-yesterday ngintilin I mulu huh? Starting from school, class, it's a bike, too" Salma recalls. Zafir did not dodge because it was true.

"Gue use the bike because in papa's law, all facilities are revoked. Lah lo? Nogus?" chirps Salma.

Zafir squinted his eyes suspiciously. "Waitat? The law? That's why you pack sugarcane powder? Because you don't want everyone to know if your eyes are swollen from crying. Oh yes and one more, this is the reason you have a job vacancy to me?" Salma turned her gaze forward. I could no longer look at his friend.

Yesterday night at 18:30 WIB after the incident did not wear it. Salma established herself to contact Zafir. Despite the heavy rain accompanied by lightning, fortunately, the internet connection remains stable. Shortly thereafter, the phone was connected.

"Assynolajet. Why Sal? Any issues?" ask Zafir across the street.

"It is important to know how thunderstorms are rich gini lo my phone," said Zafir.

"That's important. Covering my life and death. My survival in the world" Salma said.

"Why? Are there any more problems? Do you need help? Been kidnapped? Getting lost? Swab? Meet dogs? meet snakes? Stuck the elevator?." asked Zafir in a row.

"Hihh diem lo Zulkipli. I'm serious again," Salma cut off who heard Zafir start blabbering around.

"Hehe. Lo want what? Who knows, I can help" he asked.

"Do you know the shop that is looking for employees? I need money. What kind of shop do students make work there," said Salma.

"The shop? I don't know about that. But, my mother has another flower shop rame-rama here. Need an officer too. Lo want?" ask Zafir.

"Emm I thought about it first. Tomorrow I'll talk about it" replied Salma.

"Yaudah, I'm closing it. Sleep sono to malem," said Zafir.

"You are a malem," cried Salma. There was laughter from across there. After that the phone was turned off unilaterally by Zafir.

A snap of a finger in front of his face could disperse the reverie of Salma. He looked at Zafir who was full of question marks on his face.

"Yes, you really. That's my business, you're not meddling. Later you will dizziness yourself. And about the offer lo semalem I think I will accept. After looking around the cafes here did not recruit new employees," said Salma.

"Yes, after school, go straight to the store. Let me anterin," said Zafir.

"Because you're a good friend. Can you help me hit the basketball court again today? Because later you want to go to your mother's shop, let's not kesorean right," pinta Salma.

"Why am I following in?" zafir Protest.

Salma showed off her row of white teeth. "Of course you're a good temen. How do we race? The first one at the school gate. He wins and if I win, you have to help me clean the field but if you win you can go to class. How's it?" bargained for.

Zafir nodded small. "Okay deal."

"1.2.3.... GO!!"

They also started the race.

Time shows at 07.00 WIB. From a distance we can see that Salma and Zafir are fighting to get to the gate first. And...

"Yuhuu I won. So I can go to class now?" said Zafir who passed through the gate.

"Ehh ga can. It has not yet been confirmed the winner. Mr Saman!! Here first sir," Salma called the school security guard who accidentally noticed them.

"Yes? Why?" tanyakanya.

"I saw my father again watching me the same he was racing. Well you didn't see the first one at the gate?" ask Salma.

"He is the first to be, ", replied Saman, pointing at Zafir. Suddenly Salma's face turned grim.

Zafir laughed crisply at that. "Mother can go. I said what too. Don't believe me anyway lo." Salma simply ignored him.

"Yes, I helped you."

Salma glared at hearing that. "Totally?"

Zafir nodded. "Take a. Don't bend that mouthful in his face. Lovely ntar is."

"Ntiir cintiknyi iling," said Salma while mimicking Zafir's style of speech.

Meanwhile, someone seemed to be watching them from afar. "Cih long ago more and more subdued yes. Look what I'm doing later. If Zafir can't be mine. It means other people can't."