The Appearing Woman

Chapter 210 Riding the bus

"Mom I say goodbye, yes," said Haikal did not forget with a sweet smile.

The two mothers who were mocking each other, stared at Haikal's smile that was so sweet as sugar, if brewed with tea and combined with warm water will be a warm sweet tea in the morning.

"Okay, eta ayang embeb bade ka where try. Losing indit. Eta tu da because of maneh, so the indite tea case."

(Oh, that's Honey Bebeb's going where to try. All because of you. So the handsome guy goes.)

the mother's best friend even glared annoyed, after their debate was over because of the farewell Haikal.

Haikal walked by trying to summarize everything that happened to him, he said sorry he had sent a message to Ardi. So is the resignation letter.

Haikal doesn't want him to be a bitch, in Ardi and Lina's family. So he decided to leave, despite the weight of his heart, leaving the city of a thousand joys for himself with Dinda, the woman he loved.

Tears are now dripping out, whether the tears that I how many times come out of both eyes Haikal. A man's heart can not be lied to, although anything uses logic but the feeling remains the same, weak.

It's just that men are sometimes stronger and able to keep their sadness.

"Heh, with Haikal?"

Haikal gave greetings and courtesy to the seller, from the beginning he was always friendly to anyone in the complex he lived in.

The seller sat down, looking at the large suitcase Haikal was carrying, making him run and ask." Where's this aden tea going?"

Haikal smiled with his binarial face, "Haikal wants to go home, stay here remember the same wife, ma'am."

"Well, why should I go home or not, here are many neighbors and mother can comfort Aden Haikal."

"Yes, it's just that I need time to calm down."

"Md. Yes already atuh, ibumah da can not prohibit, most importantly den Haikal healthy in the village. Don't forget to come back here."

"Yes ma'am, God's Insa."

Haikal now gives the key to his contract to the seller's mother sit, because the mother who has a contract that is always occupied by Haikal.

"This is the key and the rent. I want to go home first, Mom."

"Yes, it's heart."

Haikal now stepped in to leave, riding the bus that used to take him home to the village.

Mother who was in the rented neighborhood with Haikal wanted to know why Haikal left just like that.

Dinda's death has just been a day.

"Mom. Haikal tea why go home?"

"Let's know, it seems like Haikal is depressed and does not want to dissolve in grief since his wife died suddenly!"

"Pity yes, handsome but fate hem."

"Hustt, ah don't gossip, it's still morning."

the seller is now gone. Leaving a thousand questions from his neighbors.

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Footsteps did feel heavy, Haikal continued to walk along the roadside, he saw the car and then passing by. Makes himself impatient to go home to meet the mother's grave.

Haikal tried to let go of all the anxiety, he wanted to try to live a quieter life.

"I'm sorry, not intentionally" said Haikal, who hit a woman and fell down.

Haikal tried to stretch out his hand to help the woman stand up, the woman's face kept her head down making Haikal not suspect who he had hit.

the woman began to extend her hand towards Haikal's hand, trying to shake Haikal's hand, but suddenly the bus came.

"Wait for you sir."

now the bus stopped making Haikal directly climb the stairs of the bus he was going to ride.

However, Haikal was unaware of the woman he had collided with following Haikal's back. Make the driver say.

"Two people?"

Haikal ignored the driver's words, he did not know if the driver asked him.

Time was getting faster, the clock sounded ticking, making drowsiness envelop both Haikal's eyes.

He tried to lean his back slowly, feeling the sound of a car walking to get him to go home to the village immediately.

The wind felt piercing on Haikal's skin, making a sense of comfort felt on him.

"Poor."

That is what is said in the heart of the man who now stands as a setatus widower, although the weight of the heart accepts but all has become fate.

Folding both hands, forgetting all the fatigue on his mind and heart. Haikal went to sleep without realizing it.

The woman looked at Haikal with meaning.

Falling asleep with a dream, making the guy with blue tie dongker delirious something that makes the woman curious.

The woman's hand, wanting to caress Haikal's cheek so white, as if it were so smooth clean as a baby.

"Minda. Sire,"

Delirious by mentioning Dinda's name, made the woman who was following her, smile and say." Go to sleep, I'll accompany you."

the gentle speech of the woman was able to make Haikal not delirious again, he seemed stunned by the sound that made his sleep now back soundly.

it did not feel the time had shown at 12:00 pm, how the bus that was being boarded Haikal now stopped at the resting place.

Where the passengers disembarked to immediately fill their stomachs, and carry out their duties as Muslims.

but Haikal, who was tired from yesterday, kept him awake from his sleep. The woman who was following him was now sitting beside Haikal, slowly staring at Haikal's handsome face.

to where Haikal now turned his face with both eyes still closed, making the woman rush to lower her gaze in shock if Haikal woke up and recognized herself. Surely Haikal will expel himself right then and there.

The driver, feeling sorry for Haikal, now woke up the handsome man, tried to gently slap Haikal's shoulder and said," sir."

the driver's punch makes Haikal immediately wake up and open his eyes, he looks at the driver by gently rubbing both eyes that still feel drowsiness." What's up, huh? Sir. Is it here?"

"Sorry before, the journey is still a long way off. It's just that we're resting. Are you not hungry ?I deliberately wake up the father to fill the stomach and also perform the duties of the Father as a Muslim."

Haikal rubbed his face rough, looking at the clock sticking out of his hand, that's when Haikal was shocked and beristighfar said the name of Allah, "Oh sir, it's 01.00 more. Yes, thank you, sir, I woke up. I want to perform dzuhur prayer first."

"Monggo, please. Rest is still a long time, sir."