The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 21 Driver's Offer (Guntur POV)

I finally took the initiative to take the tire to the nearest workshop. Because seeing his grandmother and grandchildren seemed the most patient among other passengers. Because only me and my grandmother and grandchildren are still loyal to the driver and kernek in the middle of the forest.

“Ya already bang, here her tires. I'm the one who brought it to the workshop.” I bid on the driver and the kernet that don't seem to always get along.

“Totally?” Ask the driver. I nodded for sure. He handed over the leaking tire earlier. I stood by the side of the road waiting for the car to pass, but when there was one bus stopped. The driver asked for help to get me to ride. The grandmother approached us and asked the driver.

“Bang, if I come to Medan. How much is it?” Ask the grandma. I put a big tire in the back of the bus. The bus was empty in the back seat.

I heard Grandma's chat with the kernet and the bus driver I was riding.

“What person?” Ask driver.

“People two, one sitting on my lap is okay.” Said the grandmother.

“Well, can you hold this kid up to Medan, Grandma?” Said the driver with his accent.

“Nothing, I am not quite stock if I have to add travel costs.” Said grandma.

I know, he must have thought about the cost of eating during the trip to get to Medan. I even saw them buying rice without side dishes, even a pack of both.

“400 only,” Said the driver while wiping his sweat.

Suddenly the driver whose car was damaged was approaching the driver of Medan.

“Bang, come down a little. Poor grandma this. 200 lah, stay half the trip also bang.” Say that driver.

The bald-headed driver approached the driver whose car was damaged. He hugged the driver. I don't know what they're talking about. He glanced at the kernet. Then back the kernet nagging not because of the Minang language. The driver approached me.

“Bang, you can unload the motor?” Ask the driver.

I still remember the driver's words.

“I mean, you can unload the motorcycle tire and plug it again?” Ask me again, clarifying the sentence.

“If only the body can bang, as long as the key is complete.” My speech.

“You have patched this tire later come with me want? Let my kernet come with this car. You help me get the bike package. Then help me get to the last counter in Musi. Eat you, I take responsibility during the trip. And the grandmother was also the grandson enough to pay 200 thousand.” Say that driver.

I also have to decide quickly, I consider the request of the driver. I saw the tired and desperate face of my grandmother. Somehow I always can't bear to see other people feeling hard, I always want to ease their burden if I can. I looked at the driver whose stench was already very pungent because he did not seem to change his clothes from yesterday.

“But the goods are not stolen right?” ask me to worry. I don't want to be careless, even if I help people, I don't want to hurt myself. Especially when involved in a crime.

“Bah, the next time you accuse me bang. You think I'm a criminal. I promised my cousin. But what's my passenger power today is full. At the front desk there are 15 passengers waiting. And if added this grandmother and her grandchildren, then all my benches are full until Medan. I don't have to stop anymore. I have to hurry up, my wife wants to give birth.” Said the batak-logged driver.

This is life, sometimes we help one person but without realizing there are many networks of what we help. I finally nodded to help the Minang-speaking driver.

“Good bang. I help.” Her speech. But back in the grandmother made my heart uneasy not to help her.

“But I only have 110 thousand.... “ He said to the driver.

“Bah, I have to pay to the one-head counter 100 nek. Who wants to hit one head?” The driver objected.

‘Yes Allah, Gusti.... Wes kulo. The intentions of your troubled servant.’ My inner.

I have no doubt this time, the money that stayed 90 thousand I handed over to the grandmother. I decided it was because I would be escorted to near my village. If there is a wage later I can take a bus to my village. Eating problems I will also follow him to eat at the restaurant.

“This grandma. Create nambahin.” I said while handing over one sheet of 50 money along with 4 pieces of ten thousand rupiah. Suddenly one mother was hugging my body I reflexed.

“Yes Allah..... Thanks son.... Thanksmeme it.... May all your affairs be made easy, happy afterlife.” Grandma said with tears.

“Luckily still small, if you are an adult, can be jealous Sekar. There's a female love ❤ to me... Hehehe... “ murmured me.

While waiting for the tire in the patch, I was only able to pray so that my heart was calm and my wife at home was also calm, and stupid me all this time. I don't memorize Sekar's cell phone number.

‘after this I will memorize your number, dik.’ My inner.

When I got back to the broken bus with a good tire, I helped the driver put the tire on. While busy with her jack, she asked me who was sitting by her side.

“Why are you helping people, I think you want to help me too because you want to help the driver earlier to be able to wait for his wife to give birth. I rarely meet passengers like you.” The driver said he was curious.

“There is self-satisfaction bang, when we can help others. And cannot be explained by words. Can only be felt.” My speech.

“What is one of the benefits of alms. I saw yesterday that you were in love with that grandmother. Today it seems that you are back in almsgiving.” Said the driver.

“There is one story bang, this is suitable for those of us who are on the streets that are prone to reinforcements' or danger. It's a little story, doves and farmers.” My speech.

The driver sat down by my side. He wiped his sweat with a small towel.

“Interesting, what's the story?” Ask the driver and straighten his legs towards the road. He looked exhausted after replacing his car.

I also told the story of a dove that complained to Prophet Sulaiman because his son was fried by farmers. Where that has the tree where it lays its eggs and nests. Where the pigeon complained to the Prophet Sulaiman because his son was in the farmer's fry. Though the farmer was forced to fry pigeon cubs because his son farmers want to eat fried pigeons. Inevitably, the prophet Sulaiman warned the farmer twice because the farmer again broke his promise.

“ Even in the second time the prophet Sulaiman will firmly send the devil from the west end and the east end to harm the farmer if he returns to fry the pigeon boy.” My speech.

“Continue in fried again?” ask her.

“Well again want to go up a tree there is a beggar coming Bang, ask for food. A plate of rice with the farmer. Brother knows he's been it up the tree take the pigeon boy and do fried again bang.” My speech.

“Well, the devil was assigned to the prophet Sulaiman?” Ask the driver.

“Iya after that the pigeon complained again to Prophet Sulaiman. The prophet Solomon finally called the devil. Brother know his answer the devil?” Ask me.

“Yes where do I know, you have a story." Said the driver hit me with a used towel he wiped his sweat off.

"The devil answered, 'Our prophet did not break your command to harm the farmer, but when he was about to take the young bird he gave a plate of food to the beggar. As we were about to harm him, an angel came and locked us up.'" Say to the Driver.

The driver looked pensive he decided his daydreaming by asking me to prepare.

"Let's help me clean up. We continue the journey. Thank goodness we have passengers for our extras." Her speech.

I don't know what he feels. I thought again if any of my words offended the driver. But I don't think there's a wrong word. I also rushed to clean all the tools that had just been used to replace the tire.

Suddenly I remembered the cell phone.

"Astaghfirullah.hp I was still in the workshop earlier.... " the phone was bought by Sekar as a gift on my birthday when we got married.

"Bang, will stop by at the workshop where I named the tire earlier?" My request to the driver.

"Why?" Ask her astonished.

"Hp you're left behind. I was hitching a charger." My speech. The driver nodded. He played a song in the language of one of the regions of southern Sumatra. I heard the words of that song.

"Umak.. umak. My chicken escaped. Umak.. umak.. ati ku tangled, ati ku tangled.... I linjang suhang... "

{Mother, my chicken mother got away. My chicken got loose. Mother, mother my heart is a mess.my heart is a mess. My love claps one hand}