My Saddest Thing

That day was a Saturday night, and I'll go out with my friends to enjoy a night of young people. When I was leaving, my favorite bike is a birthday gift from my dad was put in front of my house. I went away without providing additional keys for my bike because I thought my home area was safe.

An hour later my dad called me, he asked me if I go take my motorcycle? I also answered "no pa, I go ride with my friends. Motorcycle I put in front of the house.". "But the bike does not exist, ir! who wear them then?". "i don’t know pa, but I swear, I put the bike in front of the house pa." there arose a feeling of fear if I lost my bike. "Go home then, your bike seems to have been stolen by a thief.". there was little disappointment in my father's tone. at once and even then my body limp, do not feel my tears fell, but not yet fully aware of what happened. I went home accompanied by my friends.

When i  got home, I saw my father, mother and my other family is gathered together some neighbors outside the home. I also gained cry, not just manangisi lost my bike, but also cried for my ignorance I must have made my father was disappointed, and my father sat silent, watching his home it makes me more menyesalim my stupidity. sorry because we are not able to keep the gift. if I were not lazy to insert it into the motor home, surely it would never happen. but regrets just like any regret because regret is not going to restore my bike to my hand back.

From there it's just that I can learn, that the granting of a person is not located on the object, but rather the value of trust in keeping the goods that gift. and any small gift items from someone, we should be able to appreciate the fine way of storing the goods.










My favorite bike like the image above, but the bike like the image isn't my own, it just example for showing that my bike like that, i miss you my satriaaa :(