Labile

Not Ojeg

Friday's Day.

I'm so excited to go to school. In addition to the non-straining lessons, Friday is also the last day of study, then welcome Saturday and Sunday holidays.

"Many snacks do not make full, the full ones eat rice"

Mother's advice when I refuse to bring food. He did not like to see me eat late.

I also think I am not ready to be cursed like Malin Kundang. After all, what mom said had a point, too. In addition to making the stomach feel fuller because carbohydrate intake is fulfilled, carrying supplies can also save money.

"Learning the real thing. Want me to take you?"

Dad bargained when I kissed his hand.

"No, public transport is a lot"

I replied while instead of kissing my mother's hand.

At 06:05, I set off on a mission. With a brown uniform attached to the body, I walked straight, down the stairs, through the alley, then arrived at the side of the road. Traffic is always crowded every morning, especially motor vehicles. Actually, I could have brought a motorcycle to school.But, father has not allowed because of fear of something that is not lightened on the road. He said, I can't relax, or in his Sundanese language because of the garabag and seredeg. As a result, I chose to take public transportation. Itung-itung share the sustenance with the drivers.

Waiting is boring. But from here on, I learned to believe that the awaited ones would come, with time and in the right places. Because, it's impossible for public transportation aka angkot - as I call it - to come at the train station right?And the angkot, which was full of passengers, could not stop in front of me. And patience is something I can't get tired of doing.

"Tiiiids"

The sound of a motorcycle horn stopping in front of me, made me turn my head

*pict only sweetener:v

"Sorry, I didn't order ojeg. The wrong address"

But after being noticed, there's no way this is an ojeg handyman, because he wears scout pants. After the rider opened the helmet glass, it was seen that he, ah is this not a dream?I slapped my own cheek, not too hard of course.

"God"

I said slowly, it turns out that this is real.

"No bear?"

I was surprised to hear his invitation. I thought, he would stop for a moment, then pass by without greeting me.

"Your house isn't there?"

I asked full of astonishment. Maybe he moved house?

"Yes, I used to fill up on gasoline. Another pom on full"

Pretty reasonable answer. Besides, there's no way he's doing this for me. Perhaps, he stopped because he felt sorry to see me standing here, not because he intended to invite me to go together. Again for pity.

"Gue took an angkot, it's angkotnya already come"

Finally what I was waiting for showed myself. I rush in. The other passengers shifted, leaving a place for me in the back corner. For the second time, my heart and mouth were not in line.

When I glanced at the back glass, he was there. The bike was right behind the armature I was riding. He waved his hand. Oh shame me, caught when he was watching it. I glanced at the other passengers, afraid the wave of the hand was not intended for me.Nothing, just me, the other passengers focused on looking ahead. Embarrassedly, I raised my right hand, not to ask questions, but to return the wave of his hand. After that, I immediately looked away, and laughed happily inwardly.