The Appearing Woman

Chapter 1 Opening.

I saw the woman beside me, her face looking dull, visible under faint black eyes. It looks like a panda eye.

Hair tied only with rubber straps, with hands full of wounds.

 

My heart felt so sad to see the appearance of a woman who seemed unkempt, beside me. He looked down so much weight that he felt.

 

Curiosity in the heart is getting hot, want to ask? But the mouth is powerless. 

On the bus that was crowded passengers only I was sitting next to the woman. 

His hands shook as if he was terrified, what should I do? I wanted to hold that trembling hand full of scars.

Taking a slow breath my hand began to reflexively give the bottle a drink filled with water.

"Mom, please drink."

My heart felt as if it was not because he would receive the bottle of drink that my hand thrust. But it feels impossible for sure he did not carelessly accept drinking bottles given by people.

 It turned out that I felt wrong, the woman turned her back. His shaking hands grabbed the bottle I was thrusting, I was shocked. My chest is beating faster than before.

From behind the hair and the messy look, the woman's face was so sweet, beautiful.

Simple, making both my eyes stunned.

My God, there's this beautiful woman next to me.

"I'm sorry, if I could ask where would I go?" my many. Little hesitant.

"So, I'm confused. I ran away from home!" the answer. His eyes began to shed tears suddenly. I started asking the woman next to the bus seat again.

"Well, I can. Wh why? Later parents Mbak look for the existence of Mbak loh. Pity them" I said smartly and advised. I don't know the real story yet.

Suddenly the woman beside me was crying sobbing. Making the passengers on the bus stare at my face fiercely, I tried to drown this woman softly." Don't cry."

His crying even louder made me become confused and overwhelmed.

 

"Eh Mas, pity his wife to cry so," said one of the passengers made me stupefied for a moment.

Oh my goodness, wife from where. The lover has none either. I know I am a true single.

"Oh, please don't cry. People are watching us. Stop yes," I said to calm the woman beside me.

"Mas .. mas if the wife is crying let him calm down, this is even so in the morning," said the fathers on the left of the seat.

Hugs, yes I want to. The girl wants to not. I know for myself she is not my wife. Ahhk this netizen really rombeng his mouth.

Suddenly the woman turned to the fathers who said of hugs.

"Sorry sir, he's not my husband."

Everyone immediately shut their mouths, making a silence inside the bus.

The journey that I had was still quite far away, I wandered from my hometown Surabaya to Jakarta. To find work, after graduation. I wanted to prove to my parents that I could have a well-established job in a big company.

That's the goal I'm dreaming of right now.

"Mas, where are you going?" ask the woman beside me. Appearing an unusual smile, it felt like this bus was so hot when the smile was on me. 

Ahhk obviously I was too fantasized, because eventually became single.

"I happen to be looking for a job in relation to my recent graduation. Yourself?"

"Where am I confused? Carn ...."

The bus stopped, the woman I did not know her name. It even came down in a hurry as if something was scaring him.

Patting the eel, leaning the back on the bus seat. It makes my heart become upset. Geez, the new approach has been lost to nowhere.

However, I was still curious about the scars on his hands as well as his lips. 

What's the matter with that woman? 

 

#You_Dispose_Your wife_Like_Rubbish_Ku_Pickup_She_Like_animate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I do not feel my journey to the city of Jakarta has arrived, really a very tiring journey. Makes the whole body feel crumpled and sore. After this I have to find a place to live like a contract. 

 

 

 

So that I can rest for a moment this limp and tired body. Finally arrived at a small rented even though it looks seedy, this is enough for temporary residence.  As long as I don't get a job.

 

 

 

 With a mat, I put this body down, slowly. It feels comfortable, although not as comfortable in the mother's house in the village. For the sake of determination and also desire I must succeed for the future and my ideals.

 

 

 

I rubbed my face rough, did not feel the time Adzan had arrived, where the time isya adhan dress up. Saying alhamdullilah, these footsteps. I stepped into the bathroom and took the ablution water from the shower.

 

 

 

Take a prayer mat and lay it on the floor. I entrust all the affairs of the world to Divine Robbi, forgetting and surrender to remain solemn in performing the Prayer.

 

 

 

Not to forget after the prayer, I said the prayer by raising both hands.  Praise the almighty and also pray for the father in the village. I don't feel these tears flowing slowly over my cheeks.

 

 

 

Suddenly, in my mind was the woman on the bus sitting next to me. Astagfirullah, what's with my mind?  I asked for mercy and asked for a hint of what was wrong with the woman I met on the bus.

 

 

 

I fold the prayer mats that lay on the floor, neatly. Either this heart does not feel bad, as if something is stuck.

 

Did something happen to that woman? Akh, I immediately shook off all the ugly thoughts that were haunting my head back then.

 

 

 

 

 

It didn't feel like the night was passing so fast that my eyes closed slowly. Drowning in a dream that is slowly coming.

 

 

 

I walked in the dark forest, there was no light there. Walking on each branch of a tree feels pain about the feet.

 

Without getting tired I kept walking, even in the dark. Until finally this ear heard the sound of screams and howls of a woman.

 

 

 

"Sick .. mas, please stop."

 

 

 

That voice, the voice of a woman. What's wrong with that woman? Running in waves in the end I found a bright spot of light. Where that little light shone on my two eyes.

 

 

 

This hand began to close my eyes, because of the blinding light. Makes both my eyes hurt.

 

 

 

"Mas, pain .. geez mas."

 

 

 

The voice sounded again and drew closer. I was forced to continue these footsteps so that I could quickly get to the source of the sound.

 

 

 

Whatisit?  Isn't that woman?

 

 

 

The two eyes of the man stared intently at my face, as if harboring deep hatred. His eyes could not see my face.

 

 

 

 

With a bolt I approached the woman, intending to help, when this hand grabbed my hand one whistle came ready to cut my hand.

 

 

 

And ahkk ... Oh God, this is just a dream.

 

 

 

Seeing the alarm clock sound, where the time of the morning adhan reverberated. With cold sweat soaking up, I started grabbing the towel to clean myself up.

 

 

 

Running the dawn prayer. Don't forget to pray, ask for a clue as to what my dream meant last night.

 

 

 

Morning is approaching. Where I left for work at that moment, momentarily out of contract. I walked through the little alleys, past all the women I don't know since when they looked at me.

 

 

 

Is there anything strange about my appearance? Or do I stink? Or am I geeky? 

 

 

 

Brushing aside those ugly thoughts, maybe I'm too smart. The footsteps stopped because both caves my nose smelled the smell of rice sitting at that time. Wanginya, making worms in the stomach thrashing asking for rations for breakfast.

 

 

 

"Mom, the rice has one, yes" I asked the mothers of the seller. Somehow his eyes were not stopping looking at my face, until the rice that the seller's mother took with the insinuations scattered everywhere.

 

 

 

"Bu ... mother ...." Calling out the name of the seller's mother and waving towards her face with my hand.

 

 

 

"Eh, den sorry. Lah, the rice is a mess. Sorry yes, wait a minute new change mother," said the mother of the rice seller. Segara wrapped up the new nasi uduk.

 

 

 

"How much?" I asked, the seller's mother even looked at me flirtatiously. He Smiles to himself.

 

 

 

"Oh, seven thousand only!" the answer.

 

I gave ten thousand to the seller's mother.

 

 

 

He grabbed the money while touching a little bit of my hand so flirtatious, I saw it in horror.

 

 

 

"Sorry yes den, exhausted Aden handsome si. You see, only this time there are handsome people who want to live in the slum rented here," said the sitter to me.

 

 

 

What did the seller's mother say, I'm handsome? It's completely out of logic.  When was I handsome? Grabbing phone look on phone screen, uh. The handsome market is fifty thousand.

 

 

 

I laughed as I walked, there was a sense of pride because in this moment I was the most handsome. But try if I'm in the village, Ahhk. I am the biggest.

 

 

 

 The sense of pleasure is now more I feel, happy because early in the morning greeted with praise. Oh .. steady. But still I have to stay away from the arrogant nature, because it is a trait that is not liked by the almighty.

 

 

 

I had to quickly take the bus to the city to hurry to find work.

 

As the bus stopped in plain sight, I hurried up and stepped on the bus.

 

 

 

However, brug .. someone even made me fall down.

 

 

 

Who was the woman who hit me at the time? I started grabbing her shoulders, but the bus driver told me to get on.

 

 

 

I was forced to recount the curiosity about the woman who hit me at that time.

 

Sometimes my eyes are really pampered with the view of buildings that soar so high.  To my amazement, so extraordinary a creation of man. With the intellect and the mind of hard work, cooperation. They can build those magnificent buildings.

 

 

 

"Excuse me, may I sit in this chair."

 

 

 

I looked at the long haired girl smiling at me.

 

 

 

"Please mbak."

 

 

 

I don't know why every bus ride is always next to a woman. Ahhk, my luck turned out to be good in Jakarta.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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