Forehead wrinkled. The girl in hijab is cautious. Fingers stop swiping the screen of her phone, cancels ordering an online motorcycle taxi. Eyes stare suspiciously. Observing the approaching old man. Heart pounding. Continuously guessing the old man's behavior. Elsya Sandria. She is the girl who is currently gripped by anxiety. Understandably, it's already late at night. Almost dawn. It's raining too. Cars and motorcycles usually pass by. But that night was quiet. And, the old man greeted her. "Miss, have you ordered? If not, may I take you?" the stranger politely asked. His voice is gentle. Like a father talking to his child.

But Elsya hesitated. Politely refused. Her house is indeed far away. In the Puncak area. Not just one or two kilometers. About 16 kilometers from Bogor Station. However, the motorcycle taxi driver continued to convince her. Persistent. "I will take you, Miss. Since nine o'clock I haven't had any passengers here, maybe because people are unsure about me," said the motorcycle taxi driver. That's also what Elsya noticed. The old man was not convincing. The jacket may be the uniform of an online motorcycle taxi. But the working method is conventional. Looking for passengers without an application. Offline. But the driver is determined. He has an explanation.

Belum ada setengah jalan, hujan semakin deras. Karena kasihan, Elsya meminta Pak Sri menepi. Mampir di warung padang, daerah Tajur. Malam makin larut. Menuju pukul satu. Mereka memesan menu. “Dan ternyata saat itu Pak Sri habis dua piring. Terlihat lapar,” ujar Elsya. Di warung itu, Elsya kembali bertanya. Pak Sri terus bercerita. Hati dara berhijab itu benar-benar tersentuh. “Dia tidak pernah mengeluh pada takdirnya. Luar biasa, saya selalu merinding kalau ingat itu,” ujar Elsya.

Not only about a broken cellphone. Elsya knows that Mr. Sri is living a difficult life. Uncertain income. He has to provide for his child who lives with his ex-wife. Sometimes he only eats once a day. "It's just the broth," Elsya said. This story led Elsya to a conclusion. She has to help. Even if it's just fixing cellphones and servicing motorcycles. She hopes to make Mr. Sri's work easier. To have a smoother way of making a living. "He doesn't complain, he doesn't show that he needs help," she said.

This is the power of social media. Pak Sri's story doesn't stop rolling. Touching the hearts of donors. Elsya stayed up until dawn. Reading and replying to messages that came like a flood. Donations can no longer be stopped. Only within three hours, aid money of Rp7.5 million collected. All from her friends. "It gives me goosebumps. Why are there so many compassionate people," said Elsya. But Elsya is patient. She doesn't immediately open a massive donation. She wants to make sure that Pak Sri truly deserves help. The next day, she went to Perum Bukit Asri, Bogor. Pak Sri's residence.

Difficulties. The ojek driver cannot be contacted. His phone must be dead. But Elsya doesn't give up. Accompanied by a friend, she asks around. Information comes from the meatball seller. Finally, Mr. Sri's residence is found. But, the house adds to Elsya's heartache. No less miserable than the owner's life story. Elsya starts crying again. The house is very small. Type 21. Already old. Green iron fence. Almost entirely eaten by rust. The yard is not maintained. From the outside, it looks more like an empty house. Like a building used for shooting a midnight horror show.

Donation made Elsya wide-eyed. She was surprised. She didn't expect that much money to be collected. With that much money, she could certainly buy dozens of new phones and motorcycles. Not just repairing phones or fixing Mr. Sri's old motorcycle. After feeling satisfied, Elsya closed the fundraising. She didn't want to take advantage of netizens' generosity. "I'm afraid of being exploited by irresponsible people." But the job is not finished yet. The elderly online motorcycle driver refused the assistance. He felt capable of working. "Maybe Mr. Sri is afraid of burdening others," said Elsya.

Setali tiga uang. Elsya also feels happy. Her efforts are not in vain. She believes that there are still good people. She is grateful to be able to touch the hearts of benefactors on social media. She is well aware. This is the function of social media. For goodness. Not a place for insults. Insulting each other over unimportant matters. "Finally, I realize that social media is like this, for socialization," said Elsya. She does not expect a reply. Elsya only feels relieved to be able to be a bridge for doing good. "I believe that with the help of friends who have changed people's lives for the better, it will become a continuous charity," said Elsya.