Let Time Talk

Don't tell me today, my fucking day

A few days later, the bus started moving.

Scroll the tall man next to me who had been comfortable with it. With a slightly sagging hat covering his face and his arms crossed over his chest, it seemed he did not care about everything around him.

Could it be that all men are indeed easy to be comfortable in any condition?!?

If I am, being on a bus that is crowded like this is not vomiting is good..

It turns out that his arms are big too. With his tanned skin looks muscular due to wearing a short-sleeved black shirt.

"Eh.nbain I judge it"into me while grunting and confirming the location of my veil.

A female busker started singing loudly while strumming her little guitar. Typical features of public vehicles.

Although the busking sound was very noisy, I was still surprised by the man in the hat next to me, as if not disturbed by his voice.

After the two songs were sung and prayers continued for the passengers in the hope that many sympathized with him, the busker walked while thrusting the plastic money place on one by one passenger.

Going forward, I also began to prepare money by looking for my small wallet which is usually already in front of my bag.

But I don't know where, that stuff is now. I was still rummaging through my bag and started to panic because I hadn't found it yet. Maybe I should reject it my inner frustration.

And when the busker thrust his plastic at me, I almost waved my hand as a sign that there was nothing I could give him, suddenly the man next to me put the money sheet into the plastic busker and hinted that it was from both of us.

I let out a sigh of relief, perhaps she had realized that I was searching for my little wallet.I didn't even see her waking up from her sleep.

The man confirmed the location of his hat, then turned his head and smiled at me. I could only shame and take my eyes off because I didn't know what to say. I decided to shut up and face out the window.

Without any conversation, the journey almost to the destination.

Until my destination city terminal, almost everyone went down. People were scrambling to get down, and I had to wait for the man next to me to get out of his seat.

For a moment after standing in his big backpack, his phone rang.

As he moved, I moved and walked behind him. It felt like my body was getting smaller, with a height not even 160 cm, felt a contrast with it which might be 180 cm high.

Busy with my own thoughts, when I came down from the stairs of the bus door, my foot was stuck until it almost fell. It was fortunate that I grabbed a large backpack in front of me as I staggered forward.

The rucksack owner reflexively grabbed my arm, to balance so we didn't fall together.

"Ah..sorry mas.." I said to him while nodding my body.

"Aren't you papa?" that heavy voice sounded worried for me

"Yes, no pa-pa, just got in touch..."

I left my bag, and I left the man. I did not dare to look back, malamuuu really...,hhh.

Even though I said no pa-pa, actually my right shoe came off the base and my right leg seemed to be a little, a little sore when I forced my way.

I decided to sit on one of the benches of the terminal stop, while ordering ojol through the application.

5 minutes..10 minutes.I finally took off my shoes, and I put them next to me, just come home barefoot. Maybe because it's almost night, the sales stalls are mostly closed, so I don't find the sellers of flip-flops that are usually a lot here.

"Sorry our driver is busy, try to come back a few more moments.." I have tried to order ojol several times, but the melodious voice of the operator who always answered him.

"Astaghfirullah.."my mind began to limp.

Dad said no shit days, then I should enjoy a shitty moment like this.

The motor stopped in front of me with two people shaking hands. Jesus..the backpack!!

True, after the helmet was opened, the man in the hat was sitting next to me.