TWILIGHT IN THE PINE FOREST

MIST

The bus I was waiting for came too. The red color of the name Marga Kaya sure the owner wants to always succeed... Yes it is. I must be smiling myself in my heart. So silly... Everyone wants to say in his life. Including myself..

I went in and sat in the back.

Many eyes were headed towards me...

I don't know why.... am I really pretty or even weird...?? Hi Hi Hi... I don't care either.

The bus is not running yet. The driver was still outside talking.

Laugh every now and then until his body moves all.

I looked out the window.... I looked at the road to Bulik's house.. There are still many pine trees that are neatly lined up...

As far as the eye could see the vast expanse of beautiful mountains was slightly adorned with thin mist.

Very cold trview.

And. my heart feels restless.sadly died this place. As if not willing.

The sun was warm. Next to me sat a middle-aged mother.

"Where are you..? " tanyanya is friendly.

"" I want to go home" I replied smiling.

"Where did this come from..? " he said as he shifted his body slightly facing towards me.

"From the house of Bulik. play ma'am. "I also turned towards him.

"Where is that..? " he's like he wants to talk to me.

"That's ma'am in Penggung. "I replied while looking down..

And he smiled widely too..

"Come on. let's go. " shouted sir The driver surprised us.

I'm very happy because if the late in the bus stop can get drunk later.

It's not funny.hhmmm just thinking about it is embarrassing for me.

The driver is ready at the wheel.

The young conductor looked at me with a strange look. I also looked away.

Among the passengers was only me who was young. Many women, but almost all are old.

The bus runs slowly and then starts to tighten.Air increasingly piercing the skin.

I also crossed my arms in front of my chest.

And his gaze made me uncomfortable.

"Iihhh.. Why do people keep smiling.

"Karcis-karcis." he said, raising his hand to every passenger.

I opened the bag and I took the money.

He stepped back and stood right next to me.

"Where do you want to stop..? " he said friendly.

"Market Arjawinangun. "my answer is short.

"Would you go home or play... ? " he still asks.

"Home home. "my attitude is cold. While receiving change.

" Hhmm... Where did he go home..? "

He was still trying to be friendly with me.

"Where is the house? " I also raised my face.. I don't like his questions. He seems to know that I'm starting to dislike his attitude. Finally sitting in the back seat..

"Basar men. ya mbak. every look beautiful can not be silent mouth. "mothers beside me also commented ..

"Aahh. no ma'am. indeed it's their nature to like prank..

Mother laughed too..

We were silent again.I just wanted to be quiet...

Sometimes my eyes look ahead. At least it is still almost an hour and a half until the Arjawinangun market.. Aahhh.

But again the shadow of Mas Ari flashed in my eyes.. Aahh... Could it be that he is also imagining myself..?? my heart is very confident... But where is it possible?? My heart is at war itself.

Mother beside me had a dream somewhere. How can you sleep if the road is winding and not flat?

My eyes looked out the window.

Aahhh. The fog was very beautiful.it was as if walking along the bus I was riding. There was a small house strewn between the hills.

Partly covered in fog...

O Allah.. You are the Creator... Maha Indah your work.

And my heart became warm...

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