In Central Rubber
teaching and learning activities has been completed, on the day I got the invitation to the meeting Uniot Ciamis Protocol in 0907. Protocol Unit Scouting is an organization that idientik the Protocol. But at the time I was a little confused, considering it's a city Ciamis quite far also from my school, MAN scaffolding. I think twice about my gear on the trip. I have goosebumps chilling, but also with poliosi scared enough. Not because I was a criminal or a fugitive, but I had no helmet, no glass sepion, no nipple cover, no wheels, no engine, the bike did not even exist.
Since that time I realized how much I really need help from others. Rio, he is a friend of mine who at the time was willing to lend his bike, following its sepionnya glass, close the nipple, wheel bike, and his helmet was too. Not to forget my friend named Rio was willing to lend his services to be willing to take me, really good natured.
We started preparing the equipment to start the departure towards the city of sweet, dynamic, strategic, Ciamis name. We are ready to go, helmets already in position, gasoline has been filled, already contains a wallet, and one more thing, we are not afraid anymore tilangan police.
Scaffolding witness our departure, as he said goodbye, happy dating Cisaga. Along the way the scaffolding-Cisaga, I sat in the front seat driving the Supra Fit The fit is still speeding. While Rio, he preferred dibonceng and handed command to me to become the Master of Honda Supra Fit is not sailing in the ocean.
We have arrived at the welcome gate of rubber plantations is not so long, still in Cisaga. I was leisurely riding a motorcycle suddenly felt a tingling vibrations in my right pants pocket. Oh, apparently I rang Nokia Type 1800, there is an incoming call. Simultaneously I stop the motor,
"What, Yan?" Tanya Rio as he fell from the bike.
"Every now and then, a call comes in!" As I moved to the back seat and handlebar bike handed to Rio.
Since the phone sounds clear enough, I opened the helmet on and off of the motor. Suddenly Rio slight step on the gas. I was a little surprised, but I think positive, maybe Rio wanted to move the bike to the side of the road so not too central. However, Rio getting away and I'm more surprised. Rio getting away, the harder I called him.
"Rio, Rio, Rio ...!" With the higher tone.
"Golly, Rio leave me!" Complaining.
Finally, more than half an hour I was alone in the middle of a rubber plantation while continuing to miss call mobile numbers Rio. Do not forget, I also send half a dozen sms.
After some time I miss call Rio, the phone finally successfully removed.
"Yan, where you are? I just nyadar if you miss. "Tanya Rio with a sigh of relief after knowing I am not surprised with him.
"I'm still in Rubber Cisaga, where you are? Hurry back! "Answer me with great relief.
"I've nyampe Ciamis, I am confused not knowing which way ngambil. I ask you to dial the same number of times your name. Eh, I see fit to back it turns out there is not anyone. "
And after a long wait, finally Rio came. The bike stopped right in front of me. Rio opened the helmet on and off the bike. We looked at each other, and suddenly we simultaneously burst into laughter. "Hahahahhaaaa ...!"
The author,
Yayan Aryanto
(This story is based on the experience he had ever experienced).
teaching and learning activities has been completed, on the day I got the invitation to the meeting Uniot Ciamis Protocol in 0907. Protocol Unit Scouting is an organization that idientik the Protocol. But at the time I was a little confused, considering it's a city Ciamis quite far also from my school, MAN scaffolding. I think twice about my gear on the trip. I have goosebumps chilling, but also with poliosi scared enough. Not because I was a criminal or a fugitive, but I had no helmet, no glass sepion, no nipple cover, no wheels, no engine, the bike did not even exist.
Since that time I realized how much I really need help from others. Rio, he is a friend of mine who at the time was willing to lend his bike, following its sepionnya glass, close the nipple, wheel bike, and his helmet was too. Not to forget my friend named Rio was willing to lend his services to be willing to take me, really good natured.
We started preparing the equipment to start the departure towards the city of sweet, dynamic, strategic, Ciamis name. We are ready to go, helmets already in position, gasoline has been filled, already contains a wallet, and one more thing, we are not afraid anymore tilangan police.
Scaffolding witness our departure, as he said goodbye, happy dating Cisaga. Along the way the scaffolding-Cisaga, I sat in the front seat driving the Supra Fit The fit is still speeding. While Rio, he preferred dibonceng and handed command to me to become the Master of Honda Supra Fit is not sailing in the ocean.
We have arrived at the welcome gate of rubber plantations is not so long, still in Cisaga. I was leisurely riding a motorcycle suddenly felt a tingling vibrations in my right pants pocket. Oh, apparently I rang Nokia Type 1800, there is an incoming call. Simultaneously I stop the motor,
"What, Yan?" Tanya Rio as he fell from the bike.
"Every now and then, a call comes in!" As I moved to the back seat and handlebar bike handed to Rio.
Since the phone sounds clear enough, I opened the helmet on and off of the motor. Suddenly Rio slight step on the gas. I was a little surprised, but I think positive, maybe Rio wanted to move the bike to the side of the road so not too central. However, Rio getting away and I'm more surprised. Rio getting away, the harder I called him.
"Rio, Rio, Rio ...!" With the higher tone.
"Golly, Rio leave me!" Complaining.
Finally, more than half an hour I was alone in the middle of a rubber plantation while continuing to miss call mobile numbers Rio. Do not forget, I also send half a dozen sms.
After some time I miss call Rio, the phone finally successfully removed.
"Yan, where you are? I just nyadar if you miss. "Tanya Rio with a sigh of relief after knowing I am not surprised with him.
"I'm still in Rubber Cisaga, where you are? Hurry back! "Answer me with great relief.
"I've nyampe Ciamis, I am confused not knowing which way ngambil. I ask you to dial the same number of times your name. Eh, I see fit to back it turns out there is not anyone. "
And after a long wait, finally Rio came. The bike stopped right in front of me. Rio opened the helmet on and off the bike. We looked at each other, and suddenly we simultaneously burst into laughter. "Hahahahhaaaa ...!"
The author,
Yayan Aryanto
(This story is based on the experience he had ever experienced).
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