CHAMELEON
You're spying on my family?
Fitri suddenly like newly realized in this sudden condition.
“Raihan chose this seat for me,”
Fitri flabbergasted, “You know my sister?”
“Of course. I know your operating schedule,”
“Why do you know? You're spying on my family?”
Saddam did not answer. Just staring at Fitri at a glance. With a mysterious smile she took a position to go back to sleep.
“Hey, I ask you,” Saddam is not flinching.
Fitri snorted in annoyance. His mind flew everywhere, making him unable to close his eyes until the train entered the final station that became his destination.
04.35 WIB...
Fitri contacted her sister Raihan, making sure she was at the station to pick her up. Many times fitri called his sister's number, but nil. His sister could not be contacted.
The train has really stopped. Fitri soon disembarked leaving Saddam still asleep and joined the sea of humans who had just gotten off the train.
It's still very dark. The night wind made Fitri shiver a little. He forgot to bring his jacket. The crowd is getting reduced, some are picked up, some are taking special taxi stations. Fitri snorted in annoyance. Raihan never refused to pick her up. But this time not only did not pick up, his phone could not be contacted.
Did something happen to you? Ah, Fitri threw away his bad thoughts. If anything happens, Raihan will not forget to preach it.
“I take you to the hospital,” Saddam suddenly appeared disperse his daydream.
Fitri shakes. “Thank you, I can take a taxi,”
“Then why didn't you take a taxi from earlier, instead deliberately waiting for me,”
Fitri's eyes glared. “Do not like to imagine too high,” he stomped widen his steps towards the passenger exit gate. Many station-specific taxi drivers offer taxis. A middle-aged man offered to help with his suitcase.
“Here I help bring mbak..” Fitri handed him his suitcase and accompanied the father to his car.
Without waiting for the driver to open the door, Fitri immediately took the initiative to sit in the back seat of the driver. He mentioned the destination address when the driver had been sitting in the steering position.
“Can you walk already sir?” ask Fitri.
“Iya...”
Driver's side door opens, Saddam sits down casually, “Come departs,”
“Pak, I paid double. Please do not accept other passengers. Or I'll be down!”
The car started moving out of the parking lot. The driver was silent, not speaking.
“Sorry sir, I'm down here only. Please stop the car,” Fitri is upset because the driver did not ask for his consent to take another passenger. And again the passenger was Saddam.
“Bapak hear me?!”
“You were chatty once..” muttered Saddam. “I offered to take you home, you refused. And suddenly you got in my car, then yelled at my driver disrespectfully. You really aren't the Fitri I know.”
“.......”
Saddam glanced at a glance, “We inter this mbak first sir Udin,” driver obey the orders of his employer's son.
“Sorry sir, I was wrong. Can you please stop the car? Let me find a taxi,”
Driver, “....”
“This is quiet and quite vulnerable, a danger for women. But if you insist, you can come down now.” Saddam asked Mr. Udin to stop his car.
Fitri. Look out, deserted.... Only occasionally does the car pass. Suddenly he felt a chill at his neck.
Seeing that Fitri did not budge, Saddam asked Mr. Udin to continue the journey.
Fitri, “....”.
Fitri got out of his car without speaking. Not long after, Raihan appeared to open the door. He smiled from a distance. Fitri did not return her smile. It's been a long time since he went to college never been so sorry with his only brother.
Mr. Udin dropped the suitcase from the trunk of the car. Fitri welcomed him while saying his apologies and thanks.
“Almost bang,”
Bang??!!! Fitri turned towards Raihan approaching Saddam.
Not yet Saddam just want to reject Raihan's offer, Fitri said loudly, “It is not polite guests visit in the morning blind like this, no chicken was awake,”
Saddam, “..
Raihan, “...”.
Fitri rushed in and left his sister without caring about Saddam's face.
