Have you ever been taking the wrong motorcycle? It is a riduculous experience, isn't it?
My name is Ricka Astari. My fellas call me Ricka. I am student of XI grade science program of Islamic senior high school. This year, I’ll be seventeen years old.
I’ve a funny story. I’ll tell you about my experience “taking the wrong motorcycle”. When I remember this incident, I’ll always feel embarrassed. It was an embarrassing experience of mine. Why? because I’d taken the wrong motorcycle. It’s my friend’s motorcycle. I wanted to xerox a book. As it is outside of school, I borrowed my friend’s motorcycle. He just gave his motor’s key and I didn’t ask him what his motorcycle is. I knew it little.
When I went to park area, I directly took and tried to ride it then. A loud sound I heard, “Whose motorcycle do you take, sister?”. When I looked around, I knew that it was my senior’s voice. He stood beside security room. “Well, It’s my friend’s motorcycle”. He said, “No, sister, It’s mine. My o-w-n m-o-t-o-r-c-y-c-l-e”. Then I remembered that it was not the motorcycle. I was wrong. I took the wrong motorcycle. I apologized to him and said sorry. Then I went back to class.
It’s an embarrassing experience that I took the wrong motorcycle. After it, I always look into something whether it’s right or false.
