Hacking Flavors
40. Motor Full of Memories

That day I went back to work. And rumors about my attitude that I would like to not go to work, I heard accidentally when I was going to the toilet.

I don't bother about that. My focus is only on making the best contribution to the company my son is now taking care of.

People don't know about our real relationship. But that did not necessarily dampen my spirit to help Mark in advancing this company.

After a long day of work, Mark and I went home together. I caught a meaningful glance as several employees in our office saw me enter and sit in the passenger seat of the Alphard car driven by Mark.

The sight of those who insulted me did not make me feel dizzy. It's just that, after I think about it again, it's a pity that Mark should be dragged into that baseless rumor.

"Mark, did you know about my big bike, first?" I asked him suddenly on a car trip.

"uh? Brother Motor? Which one do you mean, Bang?" Mark didn't understand.

Realizing that Mark did not believe my identity as his Papa, I corrected my question again.

"I mean, the big bike has your Papa Erlan, Mark," I explained further.

"uh? About that, I don't know, Bang. As I recall, in our house there was never a motorbike. Mama and Papa always drive by car" Mark replied.

"uh? there's no..?"

I was also confused. Thinking, where exactly was my big bike first.

"Oh! I just remembered! Like his I've heard Mama nanyain to Aunt Nunik about the motor," cried Mark suddenly.

"How's it?"

"It's gini, Bang. 'The motor is still good, right?' I see, Bang. but I also do not know for sure, what is the bike you mean or not," said Mark further.

I took a deep breath. A little disappointed because I could not find the existence of the motorbike I bought with my own sweat.

Yep. The bike also holds a lot of my memories with Laila. When I first hugged her home, I also asked her out to various places.

Although there were also several times the experience of breaking down, but it was all my precious memories with Laila. I really want to be able to use the bike again. (read Laila-Erlan's love story in the novel I'm Not a Wild Grass).

Unfortunately, his whereabouts are now unclear where. It's possible that my bike is old junk. Because there's been a twenty-five-year gap since I last saw my bike.

"For a minute, Bang! What do not-don't.." said Mark hanging his sentence.

I turned back to Mark. Wanted to listen to the rest of his sentence.

"Don't you, the big motor that Abang tanyain is a big motorbike that is now again picked up by Labib?" Mark conveyed his conjecture.

"...labib? How can it be on him?" Ask me confused.

"It doesn't know either. This rope is a new possibility, Bang. About his great motor Labib it was his original Papa's. Only since his Papa died a few years ago, the bike was often used with him. Until finally he had to move to Singapore to take care of research and also Aunt Nunik who treated there," said Mark at length.

"Oh.."

I feel disappointed, if it's true that my motorbike was given to her husband Nunik. I think Laila's gonna keep her well in the garage. Because he knows how valuable the bike is to me.

'Except if..'

I suspect, if the reason Laila gave my bike to her husband Nunik is because Kiyano does not like the existence of the bike.

Because if I become her too, I want my wife to throw away all her late husband's belongings. Jealous. That's the reason.

"Hh.." I took a deep breath back.

"dude? Bang Erlan?" I was made aware of a pat on my shoulder.

I turned my face back toward Mark.

"Yes, Mark?"

"Why did you suddenly ask about motorcycles?" Is he going to buy a motorbike?" Mark asked suddenly.

And I nodded, asserting his guess.

'Maybe I should have just bought one, ' I thought to myself.

"Yes, Mark. Later but. If I'm on payroll," I replied immediately.

The atmosphere in the car was quiet again. After a while, Mark spoke again.

"Will you borrow my money to buy a motorcycle? Afraid of his payday money you will be less to buy a good motorbike?" Mark bargained without looking at me.

I looked at Mark. Feeling confused and also grateful for his good intentions. Without being able to stand it, I commented.

"You still can't believe I'm your Papa. But why can you trust so much to lend me money, Mark? You really confuse me," I said honestly.

Mark was silent for a moment. Then raise your shoulders.

"Don't know either, Bang. Maybe because I feel like you can be trusted? What is clear, the current offer is still valid, Bang. Relax, I don't ask for flowers!" Seloroh Mark parses the janda.

I chuckle with her. Until we finally arrived in front of the fence Mark's house.

This time, it was me who rushed down to open the door.

After Mark's car entered, I was about to close the gate again, when I saw the appearance of my big motor that drove towards me.

Yep. I actually saw my moge speeding towards me. Not driving alone, of course. But he is driven by a man whose identity is covered by a white helmet.

My big bike then sounded the vaccine once before finally getting into the garage next to Mark's car. While the rider then went down with a large plastic wrap.

As soon as the helmet is opened. I know who the rider who has brought my big bike. Yep. He is Labib.

"Sore, Bang! I brought satay. We eat in the yuk!" Sapa Labib was friendly.

The young man then went inside first. Leaving me stunned for a moment at the sighting of the big motor that Labib had just driven.

"It's true my bike." I'm glad I didn't say.

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