My Hero Bemo Drive

 

Ia berjalan ringan menuju kursi pengemudi. Diletakkannya kruk dengan hati-hati disebelah kanan tempat duduknya. Ia ambil logam untuk disambungkan dengan kaki kirinya. Kemudian dijalankannya bemo dengan hati-hati. Ia selalu mengambil jalur di tepi sebelah kiri dengan kecepatan sedang. Tak ia balas klakson tak sabar dari supir Innova yang terpaksa terhenti saat ia menurunkan penumpangnya. Sama sekali tak ada umpatan atau wajah kesal. Hanya pemakluman. Ia ucapkan “Terimaksih, kak..” dengan ramah saat ia menerima ongkos dari penumpangnya.

I met that bemo driver in one morning after spending my night at the office finishing my work. I remember that morning suddenly I wanted to take Kopaja instead of a cab. I need a new point of view. And My Rabb gives me exactly what I need. He made me met him.

Since then, whenever I feel lost in this “Big Durian”, I take Kopaja 66 to Manggarai just to meet that bemo driver. He doesn’t need to tell me anything. Seeing him already teaches me everything about sincerity, dignity, careful and persistent of work or effort, and gratitude.

Up till now, I still don’t know his name. I’ve never succeed in summing up my courage to talk to him. With all that my Rabb has given to me compared to him, I should live my life in a more decent way and pay more gratitude. But I find myself complaining over unsignificant matters. It’s hard for me to hold my tears of shame whenever I see him.