Something inside him refused to let the moment pass.
Hesitantly, he placed the helmet back on the seat of his motorbike. His hand lingered for a second, uncertain. Then he turned and jogged after the man and child.
"Sir! Excuse me… wait a second!" he called out, raising his hand. His voice made both of them turn, surprised.
Roni jogged up to them, slightly out of breath. His face was flushed with a mix of nerves and something harder to name. He reached into his pocket and pulled out $10 bill.
"Here, sir," he said, a bit awkwardly. "Let me… repay you for the money you gave her.
That was just a misunderstanding, after all."
The man looked stunned for a moment, then slowly took the money with both hands. He bowed his head slightly, as if the value meant far more than what it looked like.
"Thank you, son. I hope everything works out for you. I hope your parents stay healthy, and your path stays smooth," he said, voice quivering with emotion.
