When situations work out, we often assume it’s a coincidence or the result of our own efforts. And sometimes it is. But answers also come because we pray.
Rangga and Reva were a couple. They were together in about four five years when this story - almost got them bad injured - happened. They were students in Jogjakarta, and stayed in boarding house. But because of they lived in Solo, 65km away from their college, they had to go home on Saturday and went back to Jogjakarta on Sunday afternoon or sometimes Monday morning…by motorbike.
It was in March, a rainy season for tropical country Indonesia. The weather sometimes unpredictable, one time it had hard rain but sometime it’s so hot. And as usual, they planned to go home on Saturday afternoon, but this time it’s different…
Reva was an active girl and joined groups, the Christian fellowship in her campus and also member of college’s choir. Rangga, he also an activist in his previous college’s Christian fellowship. In this week Reva got a heavy task load, so she had to finish them all before could go home on Saturday to see her family in Solo.
In this Saturday, the heavy rain covered Jogjakarta since morning until afternoon. The air was so humid and freeze, sometimes the fog covered the road. The time was about six in the evening when the rain stopped. The night was still young, but going home by motorbike in the evening was risky. The traffic Jogjakarta – Solo was always busy in the morning and evening, and in fact the road was under construction in that time. But they had to go home anyway…before they went on a ride, as usual; they lift a prayer for the protection whilst they’re on the road. Wearing jackets, helmets and shocks with sandals for the protection of freeze night, they started to ride home.
They were riding together, slowly…sometimes they sang to kill the time. For 65km far, usually it takes about 2 hours top by motorbike. The street was slippery and dangerous because of rain and under construction. Many bikers went home as well at that night and the traffic was busy. After they reach Prambanan, 30 km away from Jogjakarta, suddenly they slipped on a pile of sands before they fell in a whole…It was not seen before and dark in surrounds. The whole was about one meter square and fifteen centimeters depth; there was no sign about it.
“Are you okay honey?” Rangga asked Reva. “Yeah…I’m…I’m okay” she replied shaken. It’s very dangerous; the street was under construction but no sign for this big whole? Luckily, there were no other vehicles close to them when the incident happened. “Thanks God, we are okay…it just tore my blue jeans off” thanked Rangga to God for their safety. Then they ride home safely after the incident.
Another incident almost got them badly. It was the time when they went back to Jogjakarta after the weekend in Solo. Often, they went back on Sunday afternoon. But they were tired after doing their activity a whole day, so they plan to go in the next early morning.
Rangga picked up Reva around four fifteen in the morning. The dawn was not broken yet and it’s chilled after the rain a whole night before. “God please protects us, we need Your guardian Angel to lead us on the way” they prayed before they started the ride. With complete safety equipment, jackets, helmets and even shoes they went to ride. The road was not busy, but it’s so dark because they took the shortcut way than usual…and they both still sleepy!
“What happened?” Reva shouted at Rangga’s back after he shocked-turned the motorbike. “I almost hit the tractor behind us” he replied after they passed a huge field tractor. “Did you hear its roaring machine?” they both didn’t hear anything until only one meter ahead from the tractor’s tail. Feuh…almost! How can we don’t hear any sound? God, thanks for Your helping hands.
God will come on the right time…on the right place…on the right moment. He owns the time and the universe.
Rangga and Reva were a couple. They were together in about four five years when this story - almost got them bad injured - happened. They were students in Jogjakarta, and stayed in boarding house. But because of they lived in Solo, 65km away from their college, they had to go home on Saturday and went back to Jogjakarta on Sunday afternoon or sometimes Monday morning…by motorbike.
It was in March, a rainy season for tropical country Indonesia. The weather sometimes unpredictable, one time it had hard rain but sometime it’s so hot. And as usual, they planned to go home on Saturday afternoon, but this time it’s different…
Reva was an active girl and joined groups, the Christian fellowship in her campus and also member of college’s choir. Rangga, he also an activist in his previous college’s Christian fellowship. In this week Reva got a heavy task load, so she had to finish them all before could go home on Saturday to see her family in Solo.
In this Saturday, the heavy rain covered Jogjakarta since morning until afternoon. The air was so humid and freeze, sometimes the fog covered the road. The time was about six in the evening when the rain stopped. The night was still young, but going home by motorbike in the evening was risky. The traffic Jogjakarta – Solo was always busy in the morning and evening, and in fact the road was under construction in that time. But they had to go home anyway…before they went on a ride, as usual; they lift a prayer for the protection whilst they’re on the road. Wearing jackets, helmets and shocks with sandals for the protection of freeze night, they started to ride home.
They were riding together, slowly…sometimes they sang to kill the time. For 65km far, usually it takes about 2 hours top by motorbike. The street was slippery and dangerous because of rain and under construction. Many bikers went home as well at that night and the traffic was busy. After they reach Prambanan, 30 km away from Jogjakarta, suddenly they slipped on a pile of sands before they fell in a whole…It was not seen before and dark in surrounds. The whole was about one meter square and fifteen centimeters depth; there was no sign about it.
“Are you okay honey?” Rangga asked Reva. “Yeah…I’m…I’m okay” she replied shaken. It’s very dangerous; the street was under construction but no sign for this big whole? Luckily, there were no other vehicles close to them when the incident happened. “Thanks God, we are okay…it just tore my blue jeans off” thanked Rangga to God for their safety. Then they ride home safely after the incident.
Another incident almost got them badly. It was the time when they went back to Jogjakarta after the weekend in Solo. Often, they went back on Sunday afternoon. But they were tired after doing their activity a whole day, so they plan to go in the next early morning.
Rangga picked up Reva around four fifteen in the morning. The dawn was not broken yet and it’s chilled after the rain a whole night before. “God please protects us, we need Your guardian Angel to lead us on the way” they prayed before they started the ride. With complete safety equipment, jackets, helmets and even shoes they went to ride. The road was not busy, but it’s so dark because they took the shortcut way than usual…and they both still sleepy!
“What happened?” Reva shouted at Rangga’s back after he shocked-turned the motorbike. “I almost hit the tractor behind us” he replied after they passed a huge field tractor. “Did you hear its roaring machine?” they both didn’t hear anything until only one meter ahead from the tractor’s tail. Feuh…almost! How can we don’t hear any sound? God, thanks for Your helping hands.
God will come on the right time…on the right place…on the right moment. He owns the time and the universe.
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