Love Because of Obligation

journey

The driver honked twice giving codes to his passengers to improve sitting as comfortable as possible, praying that the journey will be smooth and fast to the destination. Susana bus becomes noisy because of crowded, some bring children but only choose one seat so that the other becomes constricted, some are fat stifling others. Understand the name is also public transportation well must be a lot of patience if you want to be at will who ride a private car.

Aira who sat by the window on the bench in the second order from the front chose silence while looking at Haris who was still standing on the side of the road to let go. Although still upset, Aira still wears a smile as sweet as possible, hoping there is still tomorrow to meet again. A few minutes later the car left the intersection that he will always remember. Haris is no longer visible.

On turning back his body forty-five degrees secured his seat so as not to look awkward with the person next to him. He just wanted to calm himself.

His heart was not calm, the incident had always crossed in his shadow. "Astaghfirullah" he always tried to say every memory of something that happened beyond his wishes. Is it possible that Haris really loved her, or just for a moment's lust? Why did he take what was not his right? Bla..bla.

A thousand questions now popped into his mind. *Ah let the time that answers* whisper his conscience that does not want to live in the burden of trouble. He recalled his talk to his beloved that it was all because of his decree. Embraced his hands, leaning his body that was getting tired wanted to sleep but his eyes did not want to be closed.

"What was his girlfriend, huh?" The young man next to him wanted to disturb his long daydream. Aira did not hear the question because the music on the bus was loud enough, the passengers were also noisy, only Aira and the young man next to her were silent because they were unfamiliar. "Hi..." He said a little yells near Aira's ear. "God.." Aira was surprised.reflex changed his sitting position while shaking his hands to the side because he was disturbed. "Excited, heck" he said shifting his left thigh using the opportunity of times.

Oh my...Aira felt uncomfortable with the young man, making him remember again but now he realized from his daydream "Sorry... Can slide a little" pinta Aira while straightening her seat. "He uh" she said, re-stretching her thighs that looked big with long black Chino pants

"i feel like I see you often, deh" style sksd. "when and where?" ask her face back to normal. "you're Syafrial's sister!" he said that he knew Aira's brother who was quite famous in the village.all villagers would know if they mentioned the names of his parents, his brother or his sister. Aira is less well known, because since childhood she has lived with her grandparents who died two years ago.

"hm.." answered Aira briefly. "you went to high school in town x, right?" know-how.

"i graduated" he answered.

"where to continue in college?" as if getting familiar.

"nothing" slowly.

"when rich kids don't go to college!" not sure if a kid like Aira doesn't go to college.

sometimes the questions and statements that make the little heart of Aira more scratched *sakit*. people do not know anything but pretty big.

"can I change the title?" Aira imitates Haris's style of speech when they don't want to discuss something. Their conversation just gets warmer. "oh yeah, introduce me Bobi. whose name is you?" extending a hand. "sorry, I'm Aira" does not want to shake hands with just any man.

In the noisy atmosphere of passengers and the choir of the bus plus the flow of memories Tommy j Pissha there are a pair of teenagers who are engrossed in storytelling.

Life is not to be mourned but lived, only gratitude makes you happy.*heartword*.that's the keyword that Aira always said to Haris when calming her first. it was also his life principle.

It was already afternoon trip just an hour away after this second stop.after the passengers disembarked for the ishoma for a quarter of an hour, all seated regularly back.

Aira's body began to feel the cold effects of the natural cold mountains, volcanic lakes and tea gardens that stretched wide. Aira did not carry a jacket or a small blanket in her bag.

Bobi who noticed Aira who was sitting on her arm tried to warm a body that was a little thinner than usual. soon he took off his leather jacket. unceremoniously enveloped Aira though not asked. "no need" reject Aira. "nothing," he answered flatly "thank you".

"if you are tired, sleep! let's just say I don't exist" he ordered, seeing Aira as exhausted.

Bobi secretly admired the figure of the poor girl, noticed the white, beautiful face of Aira with slightly puffy eyes. all this time he only saw once from a distance. turns out you are beautiful and good Aira. if only we knew for a long time.any man with you would be happy. various compliments and flattery arise in his mind Bobi saw Aira who was sleeping soundly.

Buses began to enter the village area where Aira lived, intermittently the driver set his feet pressing the brakes because there were passengers starting to get off one by one. until there were about six more people left.

"Aira.. wake up. wake up Aira" Bobi banged his shoulders softly."hah..." Aira woke up and looked left right, front behind "already there," whispered Bobi.

Aira rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, her face looking tired "down where is Aira?" tanya Bobi who began to set the distance saw Aira who immediately gave her a jacket and tidied her hijab.

"At the intersection" while rubbing his face, "at your grandmother's house, I'll take you" he asked. Aira subtly refused, Aira disliked. "thank you, the jacket!" aira said while getting off the bus. Her sister was on standbay at the place to pick her up which was only ten minutes by motor to her home.

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