BETWEEN (TERMINAL ) GIWANGAN ~ BUBULAK

JUST A BUS DRIVER?

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“Diah!” exclaimed a woman saw Diah Ayu Fitri sitting alone eating pudding.

“Yeah Ningsih,” replied Fitri he could not believe meeting with his college friends.

“How are you doing? Since the end of college you disappeared,” asked Ningsih after cipika cipiki. Ningsih sat next to Fitri. Yanto's seat was picking up fruit. Yanto who returned from picking up fruit sat behind his wife with Dadang, his backup driver Burhan.

“I did not disappear, I worked in Jogja 3 years later only I returned here because I was pregnant with my first child,” explained Fitri about his condition after finishing college.

“You seriously have a child? Your body is still as it used to be. Just like when Dwi Handoyo approached you,” said Ningsih watching Fitri carefully.

“Ha ha ha, don't talk about Dwi deh. I guess I'll like him later. I never considered Dwi more than a friend. Not even a friend, especially a girlfriend. Until he ran amok and ngaku-ku my girlfriend at your house. That's where I lost my phone. I think my phone was taken by him to take pictures of me,” Fitri said. He didn't know Yanto heard all that because Yanto was sitting behind him.

“Where's your husband?” tanya Ningsih was curious.

“So he said permission to pick up fruit, surely he was chatting with his friends because the groom was his former deputy when he was still a driver on an inter-city bus in Jogja,” replied Fitri.

“So your husband is a bus driver?” tanya Ningsih couldn't believe it.

“Yes my husband is a former inter-city bus driver. But it's stopped anyway, ever since I was pregnant she stopped. Because I cannot be left far away. Different room only I immediately nauseous so he stopped working to always be by my side.” explained Fitri.

“Former bus driver can be what?” asked Ningsih regardless of Fitri's feelings.

“A bus driver can what the hell? How much is his fortune? Of course very far from Dwi Handoyo who is rich compared to you who are both children of the rich,” said Ningsih again.

“Alhamdulillah we now have a small workshop. Actually not a workshop, but a small used car showroom was my husband's business,” replied Fitri without sad because of the abuse of financial ability.

“I am not poor, I am very rich with our two very healthy children. That's our wealth both.”

“If I have been chasing treasure since long ago is certainly not the first choice Dwi I want to accept. Surely I prefer Ferianto Salim who obviously he wants to change religion and you know how much his papa company. But I don't want to, do I? Because I'm not looking for treasure. I loved my husband since he was in 1st grade BCK. He's a very big figure that means to my life,” Fitri said proudly.

“Are you proud of your wealth?” shoot Fitri.

“Where is your husband's wealth?”

“I ... I ...,” says Ningsih stammered.

“What is your less rich husband? Unfortunately you are just his cheating. You look for a rich husband, you don't think your husband has another legitimate woman as his wife. So all the property belongs to his wife not yours.”

“Unless it is an affair, all stocks or all houses are directly made for you that is nothing. That means you're great. But by being an affair you are not hurting his wife, but hurting innocent children.”

“If you have empathy for children, can you imagine how your children were left behind by their fathers? Left unloved by his father only given a living. That's what you should think if indeed you have empathy.”

“And you know to that poor bus driver that I was too possessive of him, not him that possessive of me. He's younger but he's older, he's poorer in treasure but he's richer in heart it's what I'm grateful for and our happiness it's not from treasure. We are not lacking it is already the most beautiful gift and we can give others it our advantage.”

“If my husband needs my property he certainly won't work, enough we eat from my parents' boarding money. My husband doesn't want me to live under my parents' armpits. We'd rather eat with salt side dishes but buy our own instead of buying rice fields from my parents, that's my husband's principle.”

“Indeed since we went to college I and you always have different opinions in terms of material, even though we are familiar. That's what I was a long time ago, I never looked at people from his possessions, but from his heart.”

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