My Ontel

The people will be happy if they have motocycle or car to accompany their activities. Because faster and stylish. But I’m not. I prefer to take bicycle that called Ontel. It’s old bicycle from Indonesia get Independence. It’s does not need fuel and service every month. More health and friendly with environment. My friends in school always said to me, “Throw away taht bicycle, It’s too late like you.” I angry with his speaking. I hit him on his face and he cry like baby. And I said, “Your mouth bigger than your ability.” Maybe he revenges. One day when I go out from class, I see my bicycle was not there. There is a piece of paper and said, “ your bicyle in the back of school.” I run to the back of school. I see my Ontel was broken. I feel so angry. I fight with them but I lose. But when they feel enough, from back I hit him with a wood which nails. The wood embed on his head then he fall down on the ground. All friends are run away. I am silent see him dead on my hand. But I don’t know what should I do, regret or satisfied.