Gorgeous

Beautiful (part 2)

What the Spirit actually felt, why did he become different like this. Is he possessed? Ah how is it possible! The hero seems to be very conscious and sane even though he drives a motorcycle at a very high speed but he seems to still be able to control his vehicle. Closely I hugged the body of the Lady with flowers given by Athar who was still in my hand.

Every sharpening bend, every straight road that is open, no Wira hiraukaun either how much dived or how long the distance, the motorbike race is not slow at all. I gasped and held my breath occasionally because the wind was very strong to sweep me.

Up in a corner, my fear could not stand...

"A....!!!!" I screamed when I saw the tourist bus in front of me.

The bus was so close, it was in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes at once, hoping that if something happened to me, I would not see the horror I was experiencing. Closely I hugged Wira until the bouquet of flowers given Athar fell down where.

"Nwigwgg!!! Beessssss..." The sound of bus sound is getting closer

I smell the smoke from the burning gasoline is very pungent. Closely hug me when it was like detached by itself.

Time stopped turning, I could still hear the sound of vehicles passing by in my ears. Empty me at that time until I can't feel anything, whether this bike stops or not, I really can't feel anything.

"ribbon... ribbon...!" The voice of the Spirit sounded loud

I still don't know what happened to me at the time. It felt as if both palms touched my hands, I slowly ventured to open my eyes, I had imagined the blood splattered where. I saw the light fluttering from the sky, I peeked at today so bright and perfect. The more open my eyes became the more I realized I had shed tears. I did not see the back and shoulders of the Hero who usually blocked my view, only the wind that hit my body and heart at that time..

"Father, Mom, am I still alive?" I spoke as I looked at the streets before my eyes.

"You okay? I'm sorry" I looked at the Hero who was already at the side

"Your face is pale, your hands are cold" he said, holding my hand

I looked around me, and the car was still crowded, there was no blood or any shuffling on the streets.

"Well, thank God" I sighed letting go of my fear

"You're a doctor" asked Wira

I shook my head to signal that I didn't want to go to the doctor.

...

After fearing that I would improve, we resumed our delayed journey home. Finally Wira regained consciousness, now he drives his bike with the speed as usual..

"I'm down in front, I'm going to buy a mask" I pointed to the convenience store

"Oh yes" in a lethargic voice Wira pointed her motorcycle in front of the convenience store

"I anterin aja you get home, besides I was the one who picked you up from home" he replied in the same tone

I rushed into the convenience store. It felt like my feet were still limp and shaking at that time, but I was trying to cover up what I thought at that time. Before long I chose and paid for the items I bought, I saw that Wira was still waiting for me without getting off the bike.

"Udah, you don't have to wear a mask is also beautiful really." Wira said towards me who just came out of the convenience store

I just returned the words with a smile. It's hard for me to talk to the hero again after what happened just now. But I'm still trying and trying to melt our mood, at least so I don't lose a friend like Wira. I climbed on the bike, trying to avoid his anger, so the atmosphere did not get worse.

The bike went slow, Wira is still trying to apologize to me..

"I'm sorry for the incident yes, maybe because I'm tired and stressed so rich gini" Wira said and grabbed my hand back

"I'm so sorry" I said, welcoming his hand

Apparently, this is not due to jealousy. The hero is just tired, damn for me who threw away the flowers given by Athar at that time. Soon we finally reached the front road. I said goodbye to Wira, why I thought that was the last time we met. There was a sense of disappointment in my chest that did not know where it came from.

"It's a helmet like his jacket" I thrust out the helmet and jacket that Wira lent me from the first meeting

"Tomorrow you're still in school, you don't want me to pick you up" Wira smiled

"Hehe, it's not just new if I never turn around the same helmet as your jacket from the first borrow" I changed my mind in seconds, I think I can't if without Wira.

"Eh, yes uda simple now it's yours anyway" he replied to me

The hero left after our conversation was over.

With confused thoughts I set us on our way home.

"Had I come home" I said languidly as I opened the door.

"Did you! Tired, have you eaten yet? It was a very late afternoon" Mamah greeted me

"Udah mah, would I take a shower?" I said that actually today I have not included any more food after breakfast this morning.

I went straight to the bathroom with slow, lethargic steps. When I entered and then closed the bathroom door, tears started flooding my cheeks. I deliberately turned on the water tap very quickly, so that my sobbing cries were not heard by mama. I hope that in my heart, these clothes that I took off are all the emotional burdens of what I am experiencing today, I wish the water would wipe away my tears and carry them away to faraway places.

Today, I felt like I was being looked up to by many men, I finally saw my new face and appearance on the screen I was looking at when I was in the hall earlier, too, and I ended up crying because of the hero. Although I also do not know what makes me disappointed and hurt, but my heart believes this feeling happened because of the Hero..