Said the 5 years old little girl.
While hugging a crash helmet, she continually shake her father body.
but her father body stay stiff.
Her father had died because of motorbike accident.

Someone asks the little girl…
“what is your name?”
“I’m Tini ”, said the little girl.
“and your father name?”
“Eko”, she said with a hiccup.
“and where is your home?”
“I don’t know… ” she answered.

“why do you keep hugging the crash helmet?”
“Papa told me to hold the helmet, because we didn’t go far”

Ah apparently this time her Father is incorrect.
Approximate distance doesn’t become safety surety.
I depart the little girl momentary.
Still I can hear she said:
“Papa, please wake up..!”
“I want to go home.”
“Come on take me home … ”

*Retold by Kompol Warsinem, Kasi dikmas ditlantas Polda Metro