PHOENIX VS F1ZR

My Lord… I pray to you, please give some clouds to the sky today….”,  that is the praying that Malik always says everyday, right before he paddles his phoenix bicycle to his school. Staring at that bicycle, he remembered when at sixth grade in elementary he got a scholarship and showed it to his mom, his mom shouted:
“ You are about to have a new bicycle!! My lovely son! A phoenix, RRT, Made In China!! Emmuach! What a gorgeous my handsomest son….!”.
And from that moment, Malik rode that bicycle everyday to school, with the pride blooming on his face, during three years in the junior high school, up to now, in the first grade of senior high school. But no more blooms on his face.
Malik looked up to the sky, waiting for the cloud to cover the sun. It’s August, the month when the sun shows his strongest heat, and Malik’s dark skin had made him truly got difficulties in enjoying the sunshine.
In front of “Balai Selip Desa Tumpuk”, the second kilometer from Malik’s house, His forehead had got sweaty,

“God, why don’t you answer my praying??”. Malik complained, “Is it that hard for you to ask the cloud to cover the sun? Is it that hard for you to make my parents bought me a motorcycle?” His second complain just came out like that, his mind flied to the moment in the kitchen this morning:
“Mom..” Malik called his mother’s miserably.
“Hmmm…” Mom answered without turning her head and without stopping her hand crushing the chilies on the caldron.
“Did you know, Mr. Jemiran bought a new motorcycle for his son yesterday, F 1 ZR mom! It’s brand new, from the dealer.. The color is red and black, wonderful.. Anton became trice more handsome when he ride that.. mmm, mom.. I…”
“Enough le!” mom stopped crushing the chillies. “Don’t be spoiled! Do you thing I’m like Mr. Juri? Wealthy? Prosper? If I want anything I just open the cupboard and take money as much as I want? I am not! We are not! We have tried, we have done the efforts but it’s our destiny to be poor, we were born with the poverty bones! Don’t you understand that?!” She spoke loudly and emotionally, every single word out from her mouth came from the deep of her hearts, showing her disappointment of the condition that they had.
Malik felt poignant in his heart.
“Dhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin……. Wheeerrrrr.. wheeeerrrrr…” the sound of the horn and the machine from a motorcycle woke him up from his daydream.
“Hey, wash your face before riding your old phoenix!! Dark skin…!!” Anton mocked Malik while passing him, riding rudely on his new motorcycle. Malik didn’t respond, his attention was distracted by a beautiful creature sitting on the back seat of Anton’s new F1ZR, Ayu, that’s the name of that creature, a cute 16 years old neighborhood girl whom Malik always adores since in the elementary school. Her black shiny straight hair fluttering wonderfully, she turned her head to Malik and smiled. A sweet smile, but for Malik it’s felt like a poison in his feeling… Malik screamed in his heart:
“MY LORRRD…..!! GIVE ME A MOTORCYCLE…!!”
The fifteenth kilometers, Malik had seen the gates of his school. But he surprised when he found that the gates had been closed. He could see some students stood in a line, raised their head looking at the flag while doing admiration. Mr. Mukasil was walking around them, pointing their noses, showing some anger on his “killer” face. Realizing that he was in trouble, Malik suddenly turned his bicycle back for running away, but it was too late. Mr. Mukasil roared, chased Malik like a starving lion catch its prey.
“Where do you thing you are going, handsome??” Mr. Mukasil tweaked Malik’s ear, and brought him under the flag pole, together with other custodies.
            “God, isn’t it enough for You? When will you stop giving me the miseries?”. Malik complained in his heart, again.
            “Do you want to know your punishment, handsome?”
            Malik stayed still.
            “Lift this old bicycle! Carry it on your shoulder, walk around the yard three times! Hurry up!!”
            Malik’s face turned into red. He was about to complain to God again when suddenly the clouds covered the sun, the smooth wind blowed on Malik’s face, gave the cool feeling through his entire body. He looked at his old Phoenix bicycle, the image of Anton’s F1ZR dancing in his mind. Suddenly, he smiled and said softly:
            “Alhamdulillah….”
            “ Why are you smiling?” Mr. Mukasil wondered.
            “ Nothing sir, it’s just…. Alhamdulillah..” Malik lifted his bicycle and started to carry the phoenix around the school yard.