A Motorcycle

A: Riding motorcycle is dangerous, isn’t it?

B: You are asking a motorcyclist, thus my answer would be bias, don’t you think?

A: Right. But still, I think it’s dangerous.

B: *silence* You still want to hear my opinion?

A: Definitely. Go on.

B: You watch Final Destination, the famous movie?

A: Yes, I did.

B: *smile*

A: *deep in thought* OK. I get your point.

If I get to choose a car over a motorcycle, I will definitely, undoubtedly choose car. But this motorcycle, I have considered it my friend. It had been by my side when I cried in the rain, when I ride under the hot burning sun and whatever weather.

When I saw people walking on the road under the scorching sun, I’m grateful I have it. When I saw people running under the rain while I’m speeding on it, I’m grateful. Whenever I saw a family of four riding on a shabby motorcycle, I’m grateful.

When the weather gets hot, I just look into the sky and I see beautiful clouds. When it started raining, I simply stare as the fog starting to form and the haze disappear, cleansed by the rain.

My mother asked, “When will you buy a car?” I answered,

“Just a little while, Mak. Just a little while.”


Author: Ajan

An aspiring speaker & writer who believes in cakes, cats and compounding return.

4 thoughts on “A Motorcycle”

  1. oooooooowwwwwwhhhhh….. ajan la manusia paling sabar jawab soalan2 aku =D (selain daripada, ayah, tu burung apa.. burung murai.. tu burung apa.. burung murai..)

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