Episode 6

Now Bara was back in his dorm room.

It seemed as if all of Bara’s plans to deceive his dad by asking for help from his two best friends had vanished.

Because those two, Andra and Panji, whom Bara considered to be friends, had never truly been sincere. They had exploited Bara’s wealth and kindness all this time.

Bara felt utterly betrayed. He had only just realized that the people who had praised him all along were double-faced, only wanting to take advantage of him.

Bara grimaced in pain while applying a cold compress to the bruise at the corner of his mouth.

"Ouch...! Why does it hurt so much? Just you wait, Panji, you traitor," Bara exclaimed angrily.

Bimo, who remained loyal in Bara’s dorm room, smiled thinly, having begun to understand Bara’s true character after overhearing his conversation with his former boss.

Thump...

"Are you laughing at me? Do you find all this funny, eh?" Bara challenged, looking at Bimo.

Bimo, who had been tossed a small towel, caught it precisely.

"Sorry, mate! It was just a little funny. I thought you were an ordinary guy like me, but it turns out you're the son of a wealthy man," explained Bimo, looking at Bara with a peaceful gaze.

Hearing Bimo's words, Bara scoffed irritably. He turned his face aside.

"Are you mocking me? Now you know who I am, don't you? So go away, don't pretend to care about a poor guy like me."

"Hahaha...! Who wants to care about you? I'm here because you're my neighbor in this dorm, and besides, you don't deserve concern because you're so arrogant."

"Really? Arrogant, am I? But I don't feel that way."

"Well, you wouldn't realize it, since you always look down on everyone. Oh, and I know you're still struggling to accept your new life status, but my advice is to embrace it willingly; after all, being poor isn't something to be ashamed of."

"What are you saying? How can you say that being poor isn't embarrassing? Just look at me. I'm only wearing clothes worth 100 thousand, and my face isn't as handsome as it used to be, and to me, that is embarrassing!" Bara said, displaying his frustration.

"Pssh...! You're being too dramatic, Bara. In my opinion, you still look handsome and cool. Now enjoy your life, Bara, and live happily."

"Fine! I'll accept this fate willingly and try to live it out. Tomorrow, I’ll start my work as an online bike taxi driver. Oh, do you have a new job?" Bara inquired, gazing intently at Bimo.

Bimo smiled thinly, appearing to be someone easily persuaded by others' opinions.

"Don't worry about me, Bar. I'm used to being unemployed, and by tomorrow, I will have landed a new job."

"Pssh! Who's thinking about you? Oh, are you planning to go out? I'd like to request a meal if that's alright."

"Of course, no problem. What would you like me to bring?"

"Just a packed rice meal with the cheapest side dish. I have to start saving now."

"Alright! I'll get your order. I'll be off then."

"Wait, Bimo! Here’s the money," Bara called out, pulling out a red bill.

Bimo chuckled softly, stepping back to leave Bara's room.

"Keep it. I’ll treat you today," Bimo replied, causing Bara to beam gratefully.

"Thank you, Bimo. I promise to repay your kindness someday!" Bara shouted, still audible to Bimo.

Deep down, Bara felt grateful for after losing two traitorous friends, he had found a truly sincere friend in Bimo…

"Bimo! You’re really kind. I promise to repay your kindness, and starting now, I will accept the punishment from dad, to truly understand the harshness of life," Bara mumbled with conviction. Then, he began working with the smartphone the bodyguards had given him the other day.

To start his job as an online bike taxi driver. Before working, Bara decided to learn first about the requirements and rules of being a bike taxi driver.

*****

Morning arrived unnoticed, and after frying an egg that turned brownish-black, Bara decided to head to work.

He had received several orders to serve. Bara was enthusiastic about starting his new job.

This newfound zeal even surpassed his ambition when competing for a billion-dollar project.

Now Bara sat on his motorbike, not forgetting to wear the bike taxi jacket provided in the closet.

It seemed his father, Mr. Abraham, had truly prepared Bara for his new role as a bike taxi driver, not just with a jacket, but with gloves, a cheap helmet, and shoes, all kept in a small closet adorned with Doraemon patterns in his room.

Bara sighed in front of the rearview mirror, and Bimo, just leaving his room, smiled at the sight of Bara’s actions.

"Wow...! Looks like you’re all set for your first day on the job! I've seen you smiling this whole time," said Bimo, who was also aboard his bike.

Bara returned a thin smile, hearing his new friend’s teasing remark.

Bimo seemed increasingly curious about Bara’s sudden shift from riches to rags.

"You’re right, Bro! For some reason, I’m feeling super pumped this morning. Oh, are you heading out too? Did you find a new job?"

"Yes. I've been offered a position at a private company. It's no big firm, but I'm willing to give it a try."

"That's good to hear; I hope you get the job," Bara wished him well.

"Thanks for the wishes, Bara. I hope your customer base grows too."

"Haha...! You’re always so upbeat. Alright, I’m off then," Bara said, starting his motorbike.

Bara began searching for the address in the order, the morning heat feeling oppressively hot...

And he started to sweat beneath the heavy jacket, thinking to himself, "Ugh...! So this is what it feels like to be a bike taxi driver. This outfit is so hot and uncomfortable... Hold on, Bara! You can make it through," he whispered to himself as sweat trickled down under his clothes.

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