FRIEND OF THE NATION

EPS 28 TRAIN STATION

EPS 28 TRAIN STATION

I felt all peace coming to fill the room of longing. Clutching a dream when the angel of my heart, comes touching the side of my ripple.. I feel the cold and the smell of your body. In the arms of your charms. Seteiap strands of soft words that are created, always mean the same. Inviting my instincts to sustain a whack of tiredness. And I always digest love in your eyes.

Melin stood alone, by the quiet side of the road. Maybe it's not such a big city. Every public transport car that passes ten minutes once he reads carefully. But he has yet to find a car with a line to the train station or bus terminal. He grabbed his little bag and opened it. Ah, he still has a few pieces of money hundreds of thousands. It must be enough to get out of this city as soon as possible.

“Where are you really going on?” ask someone.

Melin looked over and was shocked. The chatty young man who had been with him on the ferry boat, had been standing behind him. The young man was like a ghost, not even he heard his footsteps.

“Eh, um, anu.. I want to go to the train station,” the answer is stammering.

“Car station? Until the night you will not find public transportation to the train station if you wait here,” said the young man.

Melin was silent not understanding.

“Go to the city market. From there you will find the angkot heading to the train station,” the man continued.

Melin was still silent. But he already understood the young man's intentions.

“The market is not too far away, but if taken by foot, feels reach also.”

“So how's kak?” suhut Melin finally.

The young man smiled.

“Well angkot market majors, or you can call a taxi online.”

The girl nodded her head.

“Thank you brother,” said Melin after a while.

“Ya,” sahut the young man. “I know you're afraid of me. But I just want to help you.”

Hearing those words, Melin blushed.

“I only remember my little sister who died a year ago. And she is just as beautiful as you,” said the young man with a sad face.

Melin felt very wrong, because she had suspected the young man who had intended to help her.

“Sorry,” he said softly.

The young man nodded his head.

“What's your name?”

“Melin.”

“Hm, nice name. I'm Yoga.”

Then they fell silent again. Moments later, Yoga waved his hand towards the highway/It was seen that an orange-colored questionnaire stopped in front of them.

“This is your car Melin. He'll take you to the market. Remember that when you get to the market, you have to find an angkot that goes to the station or terminal. I think you should just take the train,” said Yoga.

“Iya brother. Once again thank you and apologize,” said Melin.

Yoga is smiling. Then Melin stepped her foot into the angkot whose door was open. After that the small car glided quietly down the asphalt road towards the city market.

***

At 10 am.

Melin was at the train station. An angkot driver dropped him off at the station, providing him with instructions to get on the train properly. Of course after he asked the driver who often drove passengers to the station. After buying the ticket, he walked slowly through each of the plastered writings. All feels strangely dark, confusing and threatening. Then an announcement rang out loud over the station loudspeakers.