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"Mrs, we've arrived." Mr. Jono knocked from outside the windshield of the passenger car seat.
"Ah, i-yes."
Dara was a little surprised. His personal chauffeur's knock blew his daydream. He opened the door and got out of the car.
Dara was about to step in. Then the corner of his eye caught the presence of his favorite motor butut. The Vespa motorbike was parked near the car he had just been riding. Dara approached the motor. Two wheels full of memories. The Vespa was a motorcycle used by Arif, Dara's adoptive father.
Dara put her hand on the motorcycle seat, then her memory goes back to the past.
*****
After Arif died, some of his father's distant relatives suddenly came to demand inheritance rights because according to their description of the land and the building occupied by Arif still has an unfinished inheritance dispute.
Do not want the father who has died exposed to constant gossip, he said, eventually Almira decided to auction off and sell the house along with its contents to give to his father's distant brothers who fuss about the inheritance.
Almira will also get one share of the proceeds from the sale, as the inheritance arrangements are split evenly. He will divide the rations equally with Dara even though the nominal is not much.
However, Dara rejects Almira's intentions. He asks his adoptive brother not to sell Arif's old Vespa motorbike and gives it to him instead. Although the price of the motorbike is not how much, but the memories in it are invaluable.
"Why do you want this bike Ra? from the money to share the inheritance later you can buy a new motorcycle that is better," said Almira.
"Maybe the price of this motorbike is not how big. This bike is full of memories. When I was a kid every morning I used it to take me and go to school. Just by looking at it I feel the affection of my father always surrounds me at all times. So I just want this old-school Vespa. Don't want anything else" Pinta Dara said.
*****
"Dad. I'm supposed to how's Dad?" murmured Dara slowly while biting her lips holding back the urgent stuffing wanting to spurt out.
"As usual, Madam. All keys are placed on the vehicle's lock rack near the entrance that is connected to the garage. Can anyone help, madam?" ask Mr. Jono who is still in the garage since. He was cleaning the glass of parked cars to always appear shiny clear.
"Can you please get me sir?" dara Pinta.
"Good Mistress. But for what? Mr. Wira advised not to let you travel alone. Later I am am taken care of," replied Mr. Jono with a facial expression all wrong.
"I just want to walk around the complex for a little while. I haven't driven my favorite Vespa in a long time" Dara said
"But Madam?" Mr. Jono returned with an anxious voice.
"please. Just this once let me take off the nostalgic miss with this bike," persuaded Dara with a face that was pushy but pushy.
"Okay, ma'am, I'll get you a minute."
Mr. Jono went inside and got the keys to the Vespa motorbike. Before long he came out accompanied by Bu Rina tailed behind him.
"This is the key, madam." With a heavy heart Mr. Jono handed the key to Dara's hands.
"Madam, should not be piggybacked by Mr. Jono alone if you want to go around. You are pregnant young. I'm worried," Bu Rina persuaded Dara to abandon her intentions.
"Just calm down, I'll be careful. I want to be alone with my bike."
"Alright Madam. But don't be too long, later you catch a cold. After all, it was late afternoon" said Bu Rina with a clear tone of worry.
Dara nodded and put on her helmet, then turned on the bike and drove it out of the garage.
"Be careful Madam," shouted Bu Rina laden with anxiety.