This week’s English Friday Challenge theme asked me to tell the story about my unforgettable relationship.
From the challenge post, I should tell the story about my relationship with other human beings. Thinking about it, I don’t have any ex-girlfriend that the story worth telling. If I tell you the story about my relationship with my family then it will be just any other same old-same old.
Then, let me tell you about this one particular thing that was so close and dear to me. My old bike.
If Dahlan Iskan had his shoes, I had my bike.
It was a cool so-called mountain bike. Bapak and Ibuk bought and gave it to me on my birthday when I was in sixth-grade elementary school. A year later I was a junior high school student and started to use that bicycle to get to my school which was quite far. Around 30 minutes from home using that bike.
Actually it was a bike for a grown up and a bit too big for my tiny junior-high body. I had to reach a bit far so that I could pedal it but it was fun. I enjoyed every minute of my cycling moments during my school years.
Never thought that the bike would stay with me a bit longer. I kept using it through my college years. Coming from a working class family I didn’t really have the choice. Either an hour using my bicycle or I had to put extra one and half an hour commuting using public transportation.
There were times when I felt so upset and tired of using it. Looking at my friends rode motorcycles or even cars, sent those kinds of unhealthy feelings. Luckily, every time I looked at my parents, I was able to get my inner peace back. The fought even harder than me. So why should I complain then?
Not until my last year of college that I should put my bike to its rest. It started to break down. We needed to fix it here and there until it was the time that we think it was too much trouble to keep it. Its handlebar steering broke when I rode it and caused me an accident. Two of my front-most teeth broke and you can still see it now. The memento of my lovely old bike.
That one is surely unforgettable. What about yours?
Thank God you could think of your parents when you were tired of biking to school..because nowadays there are lots of teens forced their parents to buy them a motorcycle #peerpressure
Yes Mbak Menur. Thank God I could think of that way 😀
It must be so memorable ya, Mas 🙂 It’s like your partner back then.
Eh Mas, kok di post-an sebelumnya aku gak bisa komen ya?eror terus pas udah klik submit..
Oiya? Kenapa ya Naaad? Huhuhuhu padahal dah disetting yg paling general. Kulihat lagi yaaa.
Yes it was my best partner! 🙂
Gak ngerti Mas, tapi yg ini bisa masuk komennya.
Kemaren sempet ada beberapa kali yang masuk spam dan udah di unspam kok Naaad
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huaaaaaa. Makasih Nad. Gw coba cari-cari penyebabnya yaaa..
toss ahh kita, gw malah harus ngangkot and jalan kaki. Begonya kenapa gw dulu gak kepikiran naik sepeda ya??
sementara temen-temen kuliah gw pada borju…
untungnya gw punya temen-temen yang hardworking semacem lo Dan…
jadi suka berasa malu dan terpacu sama semangat mereka.
Kita dulu kerja keras karena emang gak ada pilihan ya Nyr. Jadinya karena udah pernah ngerasain di posisi itu lebih tahan banting ama hidup. 😀
sebenernya gw ada pilihan sih Dan…
mama and Bapak itu pekerja kantoran…
karena udah terbiasa dari kecil gak hidup berlebihan dan harus irit sana sini…
jadi sampe kuliah pun kebawa-bawa…
gak mau ngerepotin ortu gw yang saat itu emang bebannya lagi banyak
Wow, your bike must have been really good and maintained really well to last that long!! 🙂
It only had standard maintenance Ko. That was the only option I had, so whether I used it or… Hihihi.
read this post make me remember my bike. i have more than one bike from the smallest to the most expensive. the last one was a present from my uncle, but someone stole it 🙁
My last bike was also stolen Bang. And it was expensive. Bought after I save my salary for couple of months. 🙁
Aaahh nice story mas Dani, jd inget sepedaku dulu, yg langsung dijual Ibu abis kecelakaan.. hikkss pdhal lagi seneng2nya naik sepeda.. :p
Thank you Mbak Fajar. Sepedanya adek saya juga langsung dijual begitu dia kecelakaan. Trus adek saya diantar jemput deh jadinya. 😀
dan, it was so cool if you, when it was in sixth grade you have a mountain bike. not like me, in that age i usually ride a bike that called ‘sepeda lanang’ and ‘sepeda wedok’. i guess you know what i mean with this kind of bike because you were originally from east java 🙂 ‘sepeda lanang’ is bigger than your mountain-bike dan… and you can imagine i can ride that in that age.
I can imagine your Sepeda Lanang Mas Kamal. Yeah, that was not a mountain bike – mountain bike. It was only a decent but not the expensive one. But lucky to had it though 😀
kukirain bahas lagu yg ada liriknya… “unforgettable…” jebule mbahas sepeda 😀
Hahahahaha. Bingung arep mbahas opo soale Mbah. Eh Mbah, tak whatsapp ya
inget sepeda federal merah yang kupakai sejak SMP, SMA dan sekarang ternyata masih bisa dipakai..walau udah teyengen sih.. eh berkarat..
Sekarang pengen bersepeda lagi, tapi kendalanya jalan depan rumah ampuuunn dah ramenya..maceett.. dan bisa dipastikan saya gak pede ditengah keramaian yang ganas itu.. *sori lebay 😀
kebayang Mbak Enny, kebayang…. Huehehehehe
Bang, itu fotonya di masjid agung semarang bukan? *komen nggak nyambung *belum begitu bisa baca tulisan enggres :p
Iya Feb, di Masjid Agung Semarang.. 😀
Ni Made Sri Andani
At the end of the day, we will see who enjoying success is not the one who rode the expensive car, but the one who really has courages to reach his dream..
Aaah. Really love your words Mbak Dani. many many thanks! 😀
The fought even harder than me. So why should I complain then?–> well said 🙂
Aaaaak.. Ririiiii. many thanks yaa 😀
Banyak bolonya juga kok Dan, ada temenku anak tekkim rumahnya di medayu, nyepeda juga. AKu nyepeda jaman SD, trs SMP SMA ngangkot, kuliah 2 thnan naik motor, sisanya mobil krn kantor ibuku pindah dkt kampus.Eh kamu dulu SMA naik apa trus?
SMA nyepeda Vit. Kecuali hujan. Kalo hujan ngangkot. Mbemo istilahe wong Suroboyo.
Zaqia Nur Fajarini
ngegoes is healthy mz dhani ….syip
Indeed it is! 🙂
Your relationship make me jealous Dan.
How so Yan?
I can’t ride a bike
O really? 😀 People say that something is as easy as riding a bike. I thought that every one is able to do it. Just knew Yan. Thanks for sharing the story..
Aku jadi inget sepeda pertama dan terakhir ku, Bang. Dibelik waktu aku kelas 4 SD. Masih pakek roda empat karena emang ngga bisa naik sepeda. Bruakakakakak.. Cemeeeeen 😛
sampe sekarang ga bisa naek sepeda beb?
Dan, ini foto kamu lagi Mesjid Agung Jawa Tengah ya ?