Love Without But

try over

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Entering the age of eight months of pregnancy I took the initiative to follow Mas Agung to his hometown. I want at the time of delivery later he can accompany and see the process directly. My hope after he witnessed the struggle of a wife while giving birth to his heart will be broken and can dispel his indifference and coldness towards me.

Had not obtained permission from Emak and Abah considering I had to go through a long journey across the province in a state of large stomach without anyone accompanying.

My mother suggested that I stay with her until it was time to give birth. But I try to give understanding and reason why I insist still have to go after Mas Agung.

Now I was on a bus that was taking me to Serang terminal where inter-provincial bus agents are located. After getting off the bus in a hurry I went to the bus agent counter.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, the bus that was headed for Merak-Yogya had left a few minutes ago" the ticket keeper told reporters.

My body went limp for a moment. Imagining my fate that will be thrashed in the middle of a crowded terminal prone with people with the appearance of thugs that are often found.

"No more buses, huh, Mas?" many ensure. Hope there's still a bus that can take me to my destination.

"If the one who crossed the Gombong-Kebumen line there is no Ma'am. That was the last bus operating today. But if the Maksa maksa want to leave at this time also most can join the bus that Purwokerto line only. Later from the terminal Purwokerto Mbak just take a bus one more time which majored Purwokerto-Purworejo. Ma'am can ask to go down in the Gombong market." The bespectacled man in front of me explained at length as well as giving advice.

I was stunned for a few minutes. Ensure decisions that if later do not complicate yourself. Remembering that the day is getting late almost towards Maghrib time. As for the return direction to the house of the mother is very unlikely because there is no longer a bus direction Labuan passing because the day has begun to dark.

"Yaudah, it's okay Mas, I ordered a ticket to Purwokerto alone rather than me confused myself here," said I received instructions from the glasses man.

"Yes, the car will be a few minutes away, Ma'am, just wait here in front" he added later.

After paying the ticket price I began to prepare to climb the bus stairs because it turned out the car in question was waiting for passengers.

"Purwokerto, huh, Ma'am?" ask the conductor before I sit on the seat with the corresponding number listed on the ticket I hold.

"Yes, Mum."

"Where's your husband, Mommy, what, not coming?"

"Emh .. I'm alone, Mas."

"Again pregnant really, traveling alone Ma'am, do not be afraid?"

I shook my head while smiling wryly in response to the question of the thick-bodied man.

As usual I sat right on the side of the glass of the bus so I could see the view outside the window all the way.

[Assalamualaikum, Kak, now Adek is on the bus going to Java].

I sent a message to Mas Agung so that he would know that I was on my way to see him.

It wasn't until a minute that he immediately replied to my message like never before.

[Kok, really? Why not tell me before?]

[Yes Kak, sorry, Adek did not have time and can only ngabarin now]

There was no reply until my eyes were almost closed by drowsiness. The roar of the bus engine splits the darkness of the night. Unconsciously I fell asleep in a dream.

I was surprised by the sound of the shouts of the conductor who told me that soon the bus would enter the Purwokerto terminal area. All passengers are advised to immediately prepare to go down and bring their own luggage.

The clock on the new phone screen shows at three in the morning. There is a feeling of anxiety and fear enveloping the heart when remembering yourself being in a foreign area without anyone accompanying plus in a bulging stomach.

I also mingled with the crowd of other passengers when getting off the bus to continue their respective destinations.

When I was walking in a hurry in the middle of the terminal that the situation had begun to be quiet because there were only a few people who passed by coupled with the dim light of the lights even tend to be dark because of the lack of illumination that was located in the terminal area added to my growing worry.

"Only by yourself, Ma'am?" asked a man who was following me and seemed to keep chasing me from behind making my heart pound.

"Mbak, where are you going? Let me deliver," he continued, still trying to align his steps with me who walked already half-run.

"I'm not alone, sir, there's my husband and the rest of the group, but, in the back," I was forced to lie to cover up the fear of the man passing by and away from me.

"Nobody else, in the back. Here there's only Mbak with both of me," his rebuttal made me feel even more cornered.

I looked around and there was not a single person who happened to pass by. There were only a few people clustered and it was quite a distance away from where I was currently. Even if bad things happen to me here and scream for help, I'm sure I won't be heard by anyone.

"Mhrs ... Ma'am, can't lie that, same me. You're alone, right?" later scabbard.

I almost cried because now the two hands of the tall man were stretched out in front of me.

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