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Back to the City
After staying at Jovi's friend's house, they finally decide to return to the city. Because the search they did next still has not yielded results.
"weren't weary on the road?" ask jovi
"no, I've been used to going this far" said Diah
"yes, let's go again".
they walked to the small terminal to wait for the transport to take the passengers to the city.
after waiting for a few minutes, finally the angkot came, they rushed inside because the queue that had elongated allowed them not to get a seat.
Jovi and Diah sat side by side next to the angkot entrance.
after several hours of travel to the city, finally one by one passengers disembarked, making the situation also somewhat tenuous.
a conversation is going on between them.
"do you still want to find your friend's house ?" ask Jovi
"don't know me, the address I brought was no longer able to find his position" replied Diah who seemed to have given up
"where do you plan to go after this?" ask Jovi
"i think I want to go back to my house, because this is the only friend here I know." replied Diah while showing a tired face
"what if you stopped by my house first ?" while smiling expectantly
"emm, I'm not good with your family later, troublesome even later". replied Diah somewhat embarrassed
"it's okay, I'm home alone, I don't have anyone else".Jovi replied with a sigh
"yes mas, thank you, sometime". declined Diah a bit less tasty reject Jovi's request
"it's okay, after all we've also become friends, rather than you go straight home, it's better to stop by my house first. itung-itung I want to celebrate our new friendship".persuade Jovi so that Diah would accept his request
"emm.yeah, yes then, but maybe can't stop by for long" he replied rather afraid if anything happened to him.
"good bye, thanks!" jovi's smile looks happy because the offer was accepted by Diah
finally they arrived at the city terminal. After a tiring journey, they headed to a stall located at the end of the terminal while relieving fatigue.
"drink first!" Jovi handed him a bottle of cold tea he had just taken from the refrigerator
"uh, yeah, thanks!" immediately receive the bottle water Jovi.
"just a moment, I want to go to the toilet first, put my bag?", immediately move from his seat while removing the backpack on his back
"yes, put it there, I guarantee it's safe!" jovi answered while giving a thumbs up towards Diah
Diah immediately walked to the toilet across the street from the stall she stopped by.
There's something Jovi thinks of Diah.
"bang, bang"
"uh, yeah, sorry-sorry!" Jovi was shocked when he saw a plastic candy wrapper propped in front of his face.
"thank you bang!", said the busker who immediately left Jovi
after a few minutes of waiting, Diah finally came out of the toilet and walked towards Jovi. again, jovi always noticed his steps until Diah arrived in front of him.
"hey, how come?" ask Diah a little smile
"uh, is it done ?" jovi replied rather surprised
"already"
"how do you want to go straight to my house ?" ask Jovi
"can"
the two of them immediately stepped towards the angkot that was already on the verge of walking.
in the middle of the journey, their chatter was more fun, so it did not feel they had arrived in front of a large house that had a high gate.
not many residents were seen in the area because many residents began to return to their relatives.
yep, they've arrived at Jovi's house. Jovi opened the gate and let Diah enter first.
after Diah and Jovi are behind the gate, Jovi immediately locks the gate.
"why is it locked ?" asked Diah somewhat astonished
"let no one enter!" answer Jovi while putting the key in his pants pocket
"let's go!" bring Jovi
"yes" replied Diah who looked amazed by the huge Jovi house.
"you live alone in a house this big ?" ask Diah
"yes". replied Jovi casually
"don't you have that maid to take care of this house ?" ask Diah who is still astonished
"don't have one, my maid hasn't worked here in a long time". replied Jovi
"owwh". muttered Diah
finally they enter the house and Jovi invites Diah to sit in the living room chair.
