So the Second

Chapter 21

Author returns Update this story.

hope someone reads it.

This afternoon Laras came home early because Laras wanted to go to the station to buy his return ticket to Yogyakarta the day after tomorrow.

Laras pedals his bike 30 minutes from the convenience store where Laras works to a large station in Jakarta.

In the middle of the journey Laras always spread a happy smile, he will always greet anyone who passed the same path as him because Laras is too good and always cheap to smile.

Arriving at the Laras station displays his bike in a special parking lot of two-wheeled bikes or onthel bikes. Laras walked hurriedly afraid not to get a ticket to Yogyakarta because the day after tomorrow is a holiday and a vacation together.

"Excuse me Ma'am! want to ask for tickets for destinations to Yogyakarta?" he asked Laras while giving his smile to the train ticket seller.

"Still Ma'am! what executive class does business want?" tanyanya Mbak-mbak waiting for the ticket counter sale.

"Economic class is still?" tanya Laras was a little embarrassed, afraid that her salary was not enough to buy executive or business tickets.

"But I'll check first." Answer the ticket counter waiter who types the alphabet and moves the cursor to find an empty seat for economy class.

"What day is it for? how many are you?" tanyanya Mbak-mbak waiting for the ticket counter with a soft smile.

"Lusa, one man Ma'am!" Laras replied loudly because he was excited to go home to meet his family.

"Still for one man, will Ma'am?" ask the ticket counter.

Laras handed over his data to the ticket booths, then paid him with the right money. Laras always brought enough money, never brought a lot of money because some of his salary is in the tube or sent to his parents' account.

Laras left the station with a ticket in his hand, Laras did not look to the right and left because he was so happy, did not pay much attention to the surrounding streets, he said, the goal is now to take the bike to the parking lot and keep coming home.

Bbrruck....

Suddenly crashing into the chest of someone's extremely hard field, making Laras not dare to raise his face to see who hit him, he said, laras guts are very small maybe by running the problem will be resolved inner barrel in the heart.

Laras ran breezed to the parking lot, very afraid if he had to compensate, while Laras' finances were just mediocre, enough to buy a ticket and pay for parking his bike.

"Alhamdulillah, selamet!" the Laras gas breathes in as much oxygen and releases slowly.

"Sir this is the parking money!" Said Laras handing over the money to pay for parking. Laras lowered his butt in the parking lot waiting chair.

"Why don't you mess around!" The parking attendant saw a woman who seemed to have been chased by demons

"It's okay, sir!" Said Laras wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"Sit's a ride, sir!" asked Laras who had flicked his hand because there was a lot of sweat.

Laras returned to pedal his bicycle to return home, before reaching the house Laras stopped his bike on the street street street street vendors to buy his favorite fried rice because today Laras cooking specifically for breakfast and the provision is only to be brought to work.

Barrel until the house is finished Maghrib, fatigue and fatigue make Laras immediately lay down his body for a while before cleaning his body.