My Dad's old motorbike . . .

2011年4月5日
20:34

This morning I came late to campus, and my gosh, I was so late for the test. Few lil things happened and what a pathetic story of mine.

As usual I woke up late, felt lazy to take a bath in the early morning, it's freezing me. After taking a bath, using my dress to campus then shouted loudly to my dad that I was so late to joining the test. My dad without saying anything started his old motorbike's engine. That motorbike has been being the best transportation of my family for years. Guess why . . Not another money, money, and money. Yeah, I was born with no money flying around me. My family is just an ordinary one, poor one. That's the fate. You can imagine how difficult we go thru this life is.

My dad was a security guard at developer office in this town. Not really a security guard coz he's not given the security uniform and it's stuff plus low salary, exactly he was just a local who's asked to guard the office by a humble man. And then that humble man gave my dad a second-hand motorbike. Voila, it became our family. We still use it till now and you can imagine how old that motorbike is. Not surprising, I and my dad have got many accidents on the road coz of it, it's old, the machine doesn't work properly anymore.

This morning, that motorbike stopped in the middle of the road to campus. Some motorbikes and cars almost crushed us and I saw one of those motorbikes fell down to the road. Thanking God, we were ok, no pain or more. We're safe. Then I saw that face, my dad looked so shamed of that, I saw a pity from his face, he held the motorbike to the road side and I followed him from behind. He tried to started the engine over and over again, but it didn't work. Then as usual without saying a word he started to fix it by him self. He took his stuff from motorbike's lil bagage, found a tiny thing that I don't know what's that, then put it in to motorbike engine. He started the engine again, but still didn't work. He looked so sad, I know he felt so regret about my test at campus, in fact I was so late for that.

My phone rang, there's a message from my friend that test was begun but not my turn yet, it's an individual test and I've to wait for my turn. It's still a lil bit opportunity to catch it. I approached my dad, he still fixed the motorbike.

"Dad, the test is begun and we're still far from campus, I'm so afraid I won't join the test . . ."

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry . . . I'm so sorry . . . Why don't you use public transportation to get there soon? I try hard to fix this, dear . . ."

"That's so easy for you to said that!!!" (I really didn't realize what i've said to him by ignoring his feeling, mean me, why I yelled on him, I felt so stupid!!!)

He tried to fixing it again, after few long minutes, I finally heard the engine sound. Then I looked at my dad, he kept the stuff and called me on the motorbike. He looked so tired but he kept riding his old motorbike for me. Deep in my heart, I confess that I've given him many difficult times. I don't need to be rough on him, he's my parent, he always does the best for me. Forgive me, dad . . .