IT'S ME YOU HURT
Patched tire

"Dad...Assalamualaikum!"

It was seen a boy in a blue white uniform descending from the angkot, and greeting this Father. This boy was not ashamed to kiss his father's hand, although in the angkot there were some friends in the same uniform.

He then stroked the boy's head and gave him an umbrella. A warm view in the cold weather. The boy pushed his father's wheelchair home. The father then told me.

"First up, mbak."

I smiled at them, nodding my head.

"Tu-wait sir, you have a workshop? Where's Dad's house?" I'm holding them back. Thankfully, my brain was quick to think. If not wrong, this father said he had a workshop at home.

"Yes mbak, I have a small workshop at home. Why ya?"

"This sir, my bike has its tires deflated. I've been walking while pushing my bike looking for a workshop, but can't."

"Oh yeah, it just so happens that my house is just behind this shophouse. Fifty meters from here there is an alley, then a little into there is a house with green paint. That, there's also the inscription 'The workshop entered 50m'."

"Why haven't I seen him?" I saw the direction this Father pointed.

"Sometimes we can't see the road ahead that opens, if we're just focused on the road that we're looking at."

My answer really hit me. How not, I was too lamenting my situation to see that there was a direction to the Workshop.

"Raka, please push this mother's motorbike into the workshop."

"No need sir. I'm the one pushing my bike." I replied with a smile, it is not good to trouble this father and son.

"It's okay mbak. My son will push the motor. I walk alone with a wheelchair, can do." He helped push my bike, through his son.

"Well, sir. If you insist that, I push your wheelchair, yes, let us reach it quickly." I then took a paper bag containing money that I will bring, because this is a valuable item belonging to other people so I have to take good care of it. I then held the handle that was in the wheelchair.

"Ah no need, it will be troublesome! I can do it myself." The father politely tried to get away from my hand that was attached to the wheelchair handle.

"It's okay sir."

"Yes, if you insist."

Reply to my answer earlier.

The three of us laughed together, then walked towards the workshop. Thankfully, the weather is no longer raining. So the three of us walked without having to be afraid of getting wet with rainwater.

Until at the house of this father, it turns out that in addition to opening a workshop he also opened an ornamental fish business. There are a wide variety of fish of different sizes.

While repairing my flat motorcycle tires we talked at length, ranging from small business father to stories about the struggle of his life.

According to you, the one I just found out was named Mr. Ridwan. His efforts were helped by his children. His first son, Radit, has graduated from High School and has just been accepted into POLRI. Currently studying at SPN. His second son who was Raka was still sitting on the bench of Junior High School.

Ornamental fish on the market through facebook and instagram. It turns out that this ornamental fish business is very promising. For Pak Ridwan Workshop employs 1 employee, this business is also smooth.

I also told him that I am currently working as an online ojek and this is my first day working.

Ah, I almost forgot the Father I was going to deliver the goods. I took my phone in my jacket. I saw no call or message from you earlier. My last message was read without reply. I then took a picture of my motorbike being repaired to the number of the Father that I will deliver the goods, but again my message was only read without reply.

"I guess I'm carrying a lot of cargo, huh?"

Ask Mr. Ridwan while fixing my motorcycle tyre.

"Oh yes sir." I just remembered that I delivered a mother whose weight was greater than me with her 2 children.

"It looks like this nail has been a long time, but because it uses tubeless tires so not immediately deflated because the tire does not directly lose wind, different from ordinary tires. But because maybe it was a lot of payload, so the tires immediately deflated."

"So I have to how, sir?"

"There's actually a simple way to simply fill a leaking tire with leak-proof fluid to the leaking part. Just wait for a while, the liquid will close the hole. But this is not the right way and only gives a temporary effect. Even leak-proof liquid can damage the surface of the inner alloy wheels because the pH content is considered dangerous, and can make the alloy wheels rust too."

"So how better is it, sir?"

"Yes in the patch only mbak. I will open it from the alloy wheels, after being separated from the hole alloy wheels that appear to be patched from the inside. But it takes a good time mbak. It's just that it's better to avoid more damage. How's mbak?

I'm really confused. On the one hand I need to deliver this order immediately. But on the other hand, I have to fix my dad's bike well. It's also the only tool for me to make a living.

"Hm... Just patched it, sir."

"OKAY. Ma'am."

The father then opened my motorcycle wheels, and began to repair them.

"Sir... How do you deal with the problems you experience?" I don't know why all of a sudden that question came out of my mouth while sitting waiting for my motorbike to be repaired.

"Bak believe in miracles? Miracles are not just when God heals the pain of a disease we are experiencing or when we get what we have asked for and prayed for God."

I didn't answer him, just kept looking and listening.

"I felt a miracle when God restored my heart... The love of God can restore our broken hearts! Turn all bitterness and pain into hope and strength! God is always there and with us, even when the closest people we hope to be with us leave us, but God never leaves us!"

"There are times in life when we find ourselves in situations we don't want to be in. Sometimes like a lost person, we can't see the road ahead."

"When the world weakens you with bad facts, bad treatment, bad memories, bad news, bad future predictions, bad thoughts and feelings. Remember that God can restore our lives!"

"But sir, what if I've been trying to fight and bounce back from the slump, but there's always - there's just a problem that makes me fall and fall again. Not even finished one problem comes another problem." My toot.