Among Thousand Journeys

Meet the Heavy fans

“Don't, ah no way, I used to be too

smelling a good smell like this when your grandfather

died, but you see me healthy, like I'm not sick anymore?” face worried.

“Ah, mother don't think that strangely.”

Tomorrow I also return to the boarding school, take the night bus PAHALA KENCANA.

My mother actually did not allow me to go back to the boarding school, but because my determination was mature, finally gave up too, because it was so longing for Kyai.

I was now on that bus

not too fast, because of the rain

stumble on every trip.

Passengers on the bus are not too many maybe about two dozen people, because this bus will take passengers at ticket sales agents on each trip.

I sat in the middle of the bus to the left. And instead of daydreaming, I always read the wirid on every trip.

Buses run sometimes to the right

left, when the wheel goes down that road

puddles and full of rain, rain,

so that the water in the puddle spurted to flush pedestrians or bikers, it must sound jiancok!, or jiamput!, and the typical spillover of his countrymen, ah why not subhanallah. I don't know…

In the Lasem area the bus stopped at a ticket sales agent, the food vendors immediately entered the raid, fearing the buyer first another seller,,, the,,

As the old merchant stepped slowly, offering merchandise, I saw my favorite food, which was shredded corn

then kneaded with seasoning inlaid with eggs and then fried, eaten with chilli, huh delicious,,

in my area the food is called pelas.

“How come?”

“Three thousand nak.” I spent three thousand,

the grandmother accepted it with trembling fingers.

“Grandmother is sick?” my many.

The woman nodded. I took out two hundred thousand, and I put it in his palm, maybe it's more useful in my grandmother's hand than it is in mine, it's my salary to paint at the diner. It's good that two weeks I got three million. Grandma was surprised.

But I immediately said, ”Have come, no

thank you, now grandma is not

work first, grandma home, and the money to buy medicine, there grandma down, keep coming home.”

the grandmother followed my words and then she came down. Up below I saw him see the money I gave him. Then she looked at me from below and her tears glazed over. I saw him raise both hands in prayer. I started enjoying what I bought.

Several passengers boarded, and two

passenger couple half old, me

estimate his age of fifty years, after searching the seat number turned out to be the man sitting next to me, while the

the woman in the chair is two seats next door

right to the front of my chair.

The bus drove, the clock in my hand

shows at half-five in the afternoon.

Suddenly the wife of the man beside me,

get up from my chair and walk to my place

sit.

“Nak, we can't change places

sit down, let me sit next to my husband,

and the child sits in my chair.”

“Oh no papa ma'am, please. please.” I said, with.

get my bags and stuff straight away, move seats.

I also immediately moved the seat occupied by the old woman. Oh apparently there's a passenger there, a veiled girl, beautiful?

I don't know I haven't seen his face, I

say excuse me and sit down, put

my bag, somewhere safe.

Well, when you say excuse me that's the girl

looking and inviting me, I saw his face surprised to see me, but I sat down, trying as quietly as possible.

Frankly I'm the one covered, even if there is

the girl next to me is a pretty sky-whore, I won't ask, nor will I bother.

not only, well his name is still human, too,

male attraction to women, it's natural, but

I'm not the kind of guy who carries a romance sword, then if you meet

the girl ayu, thrust a sword into her chest, and gave a seduction attack that made her flowery.

Ah I'm just a cold young man, sometimes I

I feel cold myself, but maybe because my hair is long earrings are in the ears, so people think I'm a bad boy..

For a while we were silent, until the girl asked me.

“Where are you going mas?” a natural question, unnatural if he asked what would he eat? Because this is on the bus not in the stall.

“Mau to Jakarta.” my answer is also reasonable,

If I answer to Surabaya, of course I am further away, because this bus is heading west. I saw the girl, ah must be the time to ask me earlier she tried desperately to wet her lips.

Cause I see her lips soaked, like

honey-stained. It must be. ah satan, it feels,

just tease.

“Mbak itself where to go?” ask me while

looking at her little, chilli-like nose

big red.

“Sama to Jakarta..”

“Oo, then can be both dong....!”

I said, ah why is the dialogue not of this quality, but continued as well.

“Bby acquaintance mas? My name is Rosalia..” The girl stretched out her finely-tuned fingers.

Oh my God forgive me, I really can't touch his hand, but if I don't touch him, I lose it later.😑

“Iyan.., Febrian.” I replied

“Ah, not my guess, must be mas,

really-no surprise.” suddenly this girl

excitement is not playing, and my hand, pulled

taped to her reddish-white cheek, I hurriedly pulled my hand, afraid of her being bitten.

“Ah, mbak must be wrong people.” I said scared,

don't-don't maniac xxx, well if raped, I can't be a virgin anymore.

“Can't be wrong, I've been so long

flattering you, so longing for you, adoring you, will never misunderstand you..” he says excited until his saliva spouts everywhere, is it possible he drools yes when he sees me?

“I used to think if you were right

true real? It turns out you really

real.” her delicate hand stroking

my shoulders. Ah shit I got goosebumps, why is it so complicated.

“Bener mbak this wrong person, later mbak

sorry.!”

“How will I get the wrong person, just take a picture of you

I always carry.” he said as he opened his bag and pulled out a magazine, and clipped my writing and photos.

Well, apparently this is my fan, who.

once adored me, I used to actively write in various magazines. But it's been a long time since I fakum, why are the fans still around?

I saw the photos that he showed me, from the first I wrote in the Java spirit spreader magazine, to Anita magazine, and Alkisah magazine.

I really didn't think anyone would idolize me.

“This is Ian..?” his eyes, his eyes

who was like that Jeklin artist probing.

And I nodded. I was powerless when my arm was suddenly held in his arms.

“Mas, I've been trying to be a girl

your dream, I who was not previously veiled, now have veiled, look at the mas. Is

I look beautiful, I'm ready to be your girlfriend even your wife.”

Well I met a fan who could not distinguish the fictional world and the real world, ah I should be able to escape and release him from his fantasy world. Ah it's getting harder..

Seriate....