Too late Darling

The Meeting of Syakira and Rama

Wulan looked back, but he could not see.he only felt the bus stop for a while, and he estimated, he could not see, the busker must have jumped into the street and Wulan lost hope of seeing him again.

Tomorrow, he will inform Eka, Via, and his other friends of his discovery today. They certainly would not believe it if Wulan said he met their idol on the bus and was busking anyway.but Wulan would not care, he had met Gunawan here, even if it's just a photocopy.

“left!" Wulan shouted when she realized her house was almost missed “left, bang!" he shouted again because the bus did not stop.

Wulan sneaked out, it's so hard! until finally he approached the door and jumped down, but apparently there, missed a few dozen meters.

“Damn it! I'm hungry, tired, uh, have to walk too!” his scolding was alone, forgetting that there was no one friend by his side.

Wulan stepped limp towards her home. The handsome face of the busker had still overshadowed his eyes.Ah, it felt strange, the blade of the instant meeting was able to give a rather deep impression in his heart. moreover, the meeting was in an atmosphere and place that was not at all comfortable.

Wulan pushed the gate of his locked house, he accelerated his pace while down the wide yard of his house.

At the door of his house he passed by Bibik.

“nih, save.” handed his bag to a woman his age who has been more than ten years working in that house.

After her bag moved in Bibik's hands, Wulan rushed inside, heading towards the dining table.

He immediately dragged the chair and sat down. He's very hungry already

"Eeee Mama's son, instead of changing his clothes first, open his shoes first, even immediately eat," Mama's reprimand that suddenly appeared.

“hunger, ma, tired again, where dizzy," said Wulan with his mouth full.

Mom sat next to him.

Wulan nodded as she was swallowing the rice.

“ tomorrow the car can be taken, kok," entertain Mama.

wulan was impatient to want his car quickly taken from the workshop, but since the meeting with the busker, the desire flew somewhere. It feels like riding the bus is not a whole torment. There are fun moments.There are idol stars, there are, and the music of an acoustic guitar with its vocalist is not inferior to famous singers and has a cool place. unfortunately Wulan did not enjoy it all earlier.but tomorrow-tomorrow, he said, he must have enjoyed it.

Wulan wants to take the bus to school ma, his car let Nadia who uses."

“Loh, Nadia will have Rival, she is always ready to take your sister wherever Nadia will go," said the mother proudly.

“Ngot always dong, ma. Rival is not Nadia's driver," Uh, why do you want to take a bus? it's better under your own car, no need to wait until tired, no need to cram, no overheating either."

The calm face of the guy he saw was just a glance, back flashed in his mind.

“It feels, the bus ride is not as bad as what mama said. there are even many interesting ones there."

“For example?"

Again the busking figure that appears, but of course that is not what he wants to say to Mama.

“What for example?" repeat Mama more firmly.

“For example.. ng... Wulan was able to clearly see the suffering of the little people, who had to be forced to crammed into the bus because they did not have their own car."