The rain comes everyday this week. every afternoon almost. Actually I've promised that we could go to Plaza Dago (PlaGo). But because of the rain, I went late waiting the rain stop. my friends had gone already. than at 8.00 pm I left riding my Vespa there. We were planning to hang out, cause we've not met our friend Ughie that have gone to Malaysia for work for about 6 months at previous. After from the PlaGo we went to a cafe near St, Boromeus hospital to have some eat. One of my friend, that come with us suggest us to eat at that place. so that guy, whom I didn't know the name, went with his motorcycle.
So there were 2 motorcycles go to the place. The others went by public vehicle (angkot, lah...) The only one who knew the place was just the person who suggested it. I didn't noticed and followed him carefully, so we run in a line. When it was the time to turn right, I got a little confuse was he really to go right or not, cause I haven't known the place. So we run in a line. From the left side of the road I go to the right side. I was running slowly, but suddenly a motorcyle from behind us run in fast speed. It was a drizzly night, so the road was slipping. The motorcycle rider didn't have enough distance to brake when he saw me in front of him. So finally, the motorcycle hit my Vespa... Ouch... I felt a big crash at my back even though I was ok. Both, I mean three of them: the motorcycle, the rider, and the passenger, that was his wife I supposed.
I turn my motorcycle around to the left side. When I did it, I couldn't change my gear. It was stuck.. The rider and passenger of motorcycle who hit me stood up and bring his motorcycle to the side of the road, near me. we just had a little talk that I told him that we should be careful at the slipping road, it was a rainy day. My friends were coming to me to see after the got out of the angkot.
Well, actually I wanted to ask some recompense because when I looked at my engine, the bowl of the gear had been crack--a big crack and the upper side was bent. But when I realized that the passenger was a woman I thought I couldn't do it. I just hope that the man would be aware for next time. When I dismantled the upper side of the gear that I hope the bend that made the gear stuck, both the man and the passenger have left me with my friends.. I actually didn't hope that (damn..)
When I finished dismantled, I can carry my motorcycle by propelling it to the cafe. Fortunately it wasn't a long distance from the main road of Dago. I took a while resting my heart that was beating hardly. While we eating Ughie gave me some souvenirs that he brought from Malaysia. It was nice, a transparent glass with Twin Towers in it, and a pendant for key (it's called gantungan kunci in Indonesia. I don't know the English). Well, it cheered me up for a bit. After we finished eating, I tried to turn my motorcycle on. It took a little strive to turned it on, Alhamdulillah... Thanks God, It was running.
So finally I could go home. I took Ferry to Simpang Dago where he would took angkot from there, and then I went home.. fiuhhh... The night was a beating my heart... I came home in a fully carefully... After I arrived at home, the battery of my cellphone was running out. When I tried to charge it, the charger couldn't work. It broke down (Damn...) another problem when I was about to sleep... ;(
Then I thought... Did all of these things because I've killed the rat at the noon???
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