Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

120. For Ojol!

I worked here for almost two months. Comfortable, that's how I feel, because the people around me are so nice. Nothing makes me angry or upset. Everyone was very nice and polite to me. Even though they know my current status is alone, no one has discussed the matter.

From this second floor, with very wide glass windows from the side of the wall to the other wall. I can clearly see the movement out there. It's nice to just take a look at the eyes that are tired from looking at the screen all day.

"Mbak Ayu, Nina bring me coffee." Nina from the outside approached and kept one bottle of cold instant coffee.

"Thank you" I told Nina.

"Mbak Ayu looks tired, sleep deprivation huh?" nina asked me while sitting back in her chair.

"'Yes." I smiled at Nina. Last night I stayed up late to finish my writing until two at night.

"Is it because of overtime yesterday?" asked Nina again with a bad heart.

"No, that's when it's done before bed. There's something else to do" I explained.

"Ah .. chat same guy for sure until morning huh?" asked Nina again with a disturbing face. Desi and Amar turned their heads instantly from the front of the computer screen.

"No. Sof know! Not chat with men, but read novels online!"

"Oh, Ma'am Ayu likes online novels too anyway? I guess Ma'am Ayu someone approached and played the chat! Hehe."

"Nothing. I'm ah, I want to work again." I'm afraid.

I'm back at my job, and so are the others. We were serious about each other's work until only the sound of the clock ticking and the sound of fingers clashing with keyboards rang out in this room.

Time to go home from work. We got together out of the RC gate, Nina and Desi were there to pick up. While Amar as usual, will wait for his lover who is also an employee in this company, part of the field in the yarn spinning building.

"Mbak Ayu Tumben do not bring a motor? desi asked as we just came out of the gate.

"The motor is bad, it's like it's time to check into the workshop."

"Well, why? I think I'm asking for a new one, tuh!" exclaim Desi.

"Looks!" my answer is to say it while laughing.

"Hopefully later after becoming a permanent employee Mbak can exchange with a new one. Aamiin's."

"Aamiin's." Nina said Desi.

"Aamiin's." I also answered.

"Keep, Ma'am Ayu come home with what dong?" ask Nina this time.

"Public car, Nin. Get up from the stop later," I replied.

"Ooh, when far away, Ma'am? Be careful when riding public transportation.don't let your guard down." Nina reminded.

"Why not order ojol, Ma'am. Maybe it's more palatable to the house." Desi speaking.

"It doesn't have an app, Des," I replied.

"The one who ordered, deh. Ma'am Ayu just wait here. Later Desi said the same Mas Ojolnya if the temen that rises, that's." Desi proposes.

"Oh, okay then. Thank you, yeah."

Desi immediately pulled out her phone from inside the bag and moved her thumb there.

"Wait for ya, Ma'am." said Desi while mentioning the license plate number and vehicle characteristics. I nodded, recalling the number Desi had said just now.

"Sesi has already picked up. It's okay, isn't it, Desi's staying?" desi asked, a little unsightly on the look on his face.

"Yes, you guys go first. It's okay."

Desi and Nina left me, towards their respective partners. From a distance they waved their hands at me.

I waited for a while, about ten minutes waiting until this leg was a little sore. Since then the office employees have gone home until now only a few that look new out of there, greeting me at a glance.

The ringing sound of the phone rang out loud from inside the bag. I picked up the call from Desi.

"Mbak, sorry. Ojol who Desi ordered, asked to cancel the order!" desi shouted, the roar of vehicles was heard crowded at the end of the phone.

"Eh, why?" ask me confused.

"She said the motorcycle was leaking, hit by a nail. Again in a patchy place now, Ma'am."

"Oh. It's okay."

"Do you want Desi to order another ojol?" ask Desi again.

"Eh, no, no, no. I'm going home in public."

"Duh, Desi's not good. So make Mbak Ayu wait alone," he said again.

"Of course, it's not your fault either. His name is Mr Ojolnya again hit by a disaster, how else?" askaku.

"I'm sorry, ma'am" he said once again. The phone was switched off after I calmed her down.

I breathe a little tired. Aching in the legs waiting for ojol to come. I finally decided to go to the nearest stop.

The day started late afternoon. It is impossible for me to order an ojek online. My phone battery is running out, and I'm sure I won't hold it until I finish downloading the app. It was my fault I fell asleep last night after finishing my writing. And earlier, I was too busy to forget to charge my phone.

I waited for fifteen minutes with a few other people. RC employees and people outside RC. I know from the uniform he wears, the color blue, signifies if he is an ordinary employee of a section.

The bus I was going to ride in finally came too. We immediately entered the room with the other passengers.

It's been a long time since I have used public transportation since I own my own vehicle. Luckily there are still some empty chairs that do not have to stand.

The car left the bus stop at a slow speed. I leaned my head against the back of the chair. It feels calm and comfortable as well as it turns out, coming home without having to drive alone.

Drowsiness began to hit, I could not bear to slightly close my eyes. If only the house was close to RC, I would have put myself on the bed by now.

I'm not used to sleeping in public, these eyes are awake, occasionally open to see where the bus I'm riding. Some people had already dropped off at the stop before to make this bus half full.

"Last halte. Yo, who's coming down at the last stop, get the stuff ready. Check again, so that nothing is lost." The bus conductor shouted from the front. Some people moved to stand up and advance towards the front door. I was the same, checking my stuff first and getting off the bus when the big iron thing stopped at the stop.

The bus went the other way. I sat on the bench, waiting for the next bus to come, taking me to my destination.

I'm the only one here. Some who came down with me were riding the angkot or walking in the other direction. The fate of having a home is far from work. I had to change vehicles three times. Two buses and one bus. There is indeed an angkot that can take me home, but the direction rotates even further. Change up to four times by public transport.

The sky had started to darken, leaving behind the glazed light left in the distance there. The cold hit the body that did not wear this jacket. Ah, it feels sorry too, why did I remove the online motorcycle taxi app from my phone. Thinking because I had a motor, so I deleted the application.

It felt lonely too, no friends chatting while waiting for the bus to come.

Tin-tin is!

The sound of car horns rang out loud in the ears. I jerked up my head that had just bowed. A black car stopped in front of me.

Confused, not knowing who was in the car, until then I recognized when someone came out of there.