Sweet Dreams: Be a Cinderella Romance

episode 92

I returned home at nightfall . I no longer use a private driver . I often feel sorry for the driver who waited hours with all my activities .

I felt fine but I didn't really feel right either. I chose to take the bus to get to the nearest crossroad of the house . where I kept the bike and I came home riding my bike ..

Arthur's out of town and Jessica's brother runs the factory so no one comes in my place to look after Grandpa.. I'll go home and get some clean clothes and go back to the hospital.. but grandpa told me a lot about the factory I couldn't stop Grandpa's chat . Because actually a sick person just needs to clear his head of a lot of trouble .. it would automatically make him twice as eager to get well quickly.it made me late to return home just to clean myself, if this is how I might be able to ask the driver to deliver because it is too late for me to return here by public transportation . .

I closed my eyes for a moment. I felt very tired .. drowsy I waited for the bus to come . I will wait for him in a moment. Not long enough ten minutes . I could have gone home by taxi . but, I don't know since when I've enjoyed traveling by city bus .an experience I've never had in my entire life. . I no longer feel like I'm in a golden cage. This is all without Max's consent. Until I die I know he won't let me in any uncomfortable and dangerous circumstances

the first time I took the city bus .. I strayed .. if in 30 minutes I should have reached the stop near the house .. then when I first tried .. I stopped at the last stop of the bus that didn't know where it was . with 2 hours of travel.. looking strangely at the people who took turns sitting next to me . . kind of nauseous with the smell of their sweat mixed with AC Bus that felt cold . . jostling with a lot of people who make me unable to breathe. Not a few of them who poke me with a sling bag that is clamped tightly under their armpits. . but I didn't dare just go down .. because I was determined what it was like to ride a public transport, and when I found out that I was straying. I came home by taxi . it kept repeating with different sensations and experiences on every bus I rode. because I tried different stops to try where is the closest stop from my house even though it continues to fail but makes me more curious. until one day a half-century old mother asked me to talk and ask me. She told me at the stop where I should stop. I was very grateful to her .. starting from there I bought a bike with a chain . learned to ride it and that's what I did as long as Max left. I don't know why I feel so happy doing it