Among Thousand Journeys

Still a Heavy Fan

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..

“Mas, em... I can yes have a kiss...”.

wow, the more this fuss, if I leave this girl, ah how irresponsible I am for the fictitious stories I made first.

I tried to calm myself down.

“Eh, gini yes deck Rosa, about kiss it later easy dech. We have a long time, so

we should talk first, so couples

should know more about his potential partner?”

I said try as quietly as possible, to avoid stalling..

“Dek Ros, original person Jakarta huh?” much

diverting the conversation, while making sense to get out of the multidimensional crisis, ah

exaggerated aja.

“Iya mas, I am from Cipinang Muara.” he said

then it sank, put its head on my shoulder, ah it could be so bad, the sound of my chest was more and more jarring.

“Trus was this Ros deck from where?” much

trying to drive away the desire to take

opportunity in narrowness.

“Ih, this Ian mas, like you don't know, right inside

the novel was a lady pujaan mas, a hyacinth in the boarding house, so I was obviously from the cottage

pesantren, from the name of the cottage, his village, his city and I fit in all, I will be the girl Ian mas want.”

well, that far?

It's getting fucked up this way. Ruwet….,

Even though this bus has air-conditioned sweat soaking up my back. The air conditioner on the bus just dried up the sweat on my face. But don't dry the sweat in my shirt.

While the girl beside me is still

hugged my right hand and his head fell on my shoulder, while asleep.

Ah I might not be able to

solve this problem, let me surrender, to the Lord's solution. Then I read the wirid and tried to sleep.

I hope that after going to bed, this girl doesn't exist, or this problem is just a dream, for me it's too difficult to find a way out.

I really didn't think it was just because

fictional stories, can cause problems like this strange.

After my heart is calm and my heart is calm, so am I

fell asleep.

The night began to creep, and the girl beside me was still sound in her sleep, the song Setasiun Balapan flowed from the speakers to pray, followed by the song Sri Minggat, the Javanese song sometimes made me laugh a little, but I immediately closed my eyes again.

Want as much as possible to run from this reality, want to be until tomorrow until I get away from this girl beside me.

Ah why so hard, my chest feels claustrophobic, I immediately filled illalloh.., I repeated to find a grip over the darkness that began to blind the eyes of the heart, I began to,

Allaah protect me from the blasphemy of lust, and all manner of deceit.

I fell asleep again.

Until I felt a hand slap my left shoulder. The clap I felt was hard, so there was no way I could dream.

I looked up at all the sleeping passengers, and then who patted me on the shoulder,?I said in my heart, I looked

to the left right want to know where this bus is, where,,

And how surprised I was when I looked at

left side of the bus.

This bus is turning to the left, and it just so happens to be on the left there is a roadside stall whose wooden tile juts into the road, so that if the bus continues to turn no doubt the left glass will hit the stall wood.

“Stooop.!” I screamed as loud as she could. Until the girl next to me surges in shock not a reed. The bus driver did not

taking care of me, I probably thought I was delirious. And it's inevitable.

“Later..., kratakkreek... tar...tar.!” glass sound

the left bus broke up.

The screams of the passengers were crowded, also the screams of the passengers who were hit by broken glass.

rear,,

“Dar.., tarrk... kkrrk...!!” back to sound, the glass of the bus that had hit the wooden corner of the stall and the wood that entered the bus just swept the remaining glass and was still attached because the clear scotlet coated the glass.

There was another passenger scream. Now

everyone asked for the bus to stop.

the passengers scrambled to get off, and I saw three broken glass windows shattering, many people were injured in the face, because of broken glass, including the husband and wife who now occupy the seat that I was sitting in, and they were both the worst injuries, so they had to be taken to the hospital.

If I were still sitting there, what

so me? God has a plan

saving me, I don't imagine

what if I insist on not moving my seat, even though I get the ordeal of the girl sitting next to me.

Ah, where's that girl? I didn't see him, ah why should I look for him? Didn't the house initially also leave alone,?I said in my heart..

I grabbed and immediately corrected my back bag, when two spare buses came to accommodate passengers, I immediately got into one of the buses, and looked for that seat

it's still empty, because the bus is loaded

passengers.

The bus I was riding was speeding again, I heard a lot of people

passengers are talking about the accident that just happened. My bututku watch lyrics,

shows ten quarter.

I leaned back on the chair and put the body as comfortable as possible, then as usual started my wirid.

Was the accident the answer

for my prayers that I may be safe from that girl

desperately idolize me. I don't know??

I fell asleep until the bus stopped at a big restaurant. I immediately got off following the other passengers.

I read the writing at the restaurant was NIKKI

Subang, if it had reached Subang.

I immediately looked for the direction of the writing

musholla. And perform prayers

plural and koshor. Finish praying, at least a peaceful heart.

I admire the mushola and

this restaurant is so big. Suddenly a middle-aged man came up to me, and said hello to me, and I said his greetings.

“Mas Ian right?” ask me, I'm clear

shocked because I never knew him

this fellow.

Is this my fan again?How

it's hard to be a famous person like an artist..

Everywhere is not free. I'm asserting.

“Ah already I guess..” face of the man

sumringah, then greet me.

“Whose father?” I'm still not recognizing.

“I Pak Dadang, who often go to kyai,

maybe Ian did not recognize me, his guests kyai it a lot.” said Mr. Dadang introduced himself.

Then Mr. Dadang called the waiter and

whispered it. After that the waiter quickly passed, before bowing, apparently Mr. Dadang is known and respected.

“Let's go to mas.” said Mr. Dadang who

amaze me.

“But I'm on a bus malem sir, what's father's house

this close here?” I was afraid of being left by the bus..

Seriate...