When I Want to Ride Becak

Again...my curiosity tried to kill (this time it wasn't me) the becak driver. Started when my friend the xx girl and I walked around at my campus building. We went to the rectorate building for to do some matter. After that we planed to go back to another building to finish our paper. Suddenly I saw several becak driver in the corner of the building and then BINGGO... I really want to ride becak no matter what. I remembered my childhood when I was in elementary school. Most of my friends had their own becak driver while I should went to school on foot (don't cry, actually that was healthier). Full with happines, we order just one becak so that we could had some chat on the way. Silly me, I didn't count my body mass and added my friend, that becak driver had 2.5 passengers on his vehicle. What was happen in the end? He asked us to move from his becak before we arrived. That skinny, old becak driver felt exhausted. I felt guilty for him but furtunatelly I successfuly took one memorable picture before we stepped down from his becak.