8 In the Bus

Ah, why did I start again? This eyeball has tears in its eyes, to that extent he doesn't want to be far from me even if I belong to someone else. How great is his love for me? This makes it even harder for me to let go, maybe he is a man who will be strong enough to witness that scene every time, every time, but me?! Will I be strong enough to see him who will eventually become nothing to me?

"Let Inez, we follow the plot of this story, because we are just a puppet whose everything depends on the Director of the Universe, the most important thing is that we try not to pawn our Faith, abandon our Faith just for something that is mortal, which is not necessarily as beautiful as our imagination, rest assured that the best will happen," said Arman occasionally with a long sigh,

I know you are trying to strengthen yourself and your heart for me, even though actually a heavy burden hangs on your shoulders and neck as if you were short of breath, the music that was echoed on the bus by Mr. Kenel without me realizing it was in harmony with our sad mood, Muse "Unintended " is a song that really touches the heart and shakes the heart of anyone who has broken hearts like us.

Slowly I pulled Arman's arm. I put it with my cheek and then I rested my head on his shoulder while accompanied by the song throughout this trip. It just adds to my feelings for him and him ... Arman. How many of our stories that we carve. We have to let go of the contents of this song, stories that just pass by. I finally closed my eyes as he stroked my hair.

He also rested his head on mine, as if a signal to both absorb the music.

When I closed my eyes, I felt a touch on my lips, warm and soft, humm Arman kissed me and I gave a smile, then I grabbed the back of his neck with my hand. I kissed his lips back with a longer and deeper reply, playing with my lips and biting them. This hand did not want to lose and was unable to ask to participate, groping his chest I tucked it between the buttons of his shirt, as well as groping and squeezing this chest in return.

"Since you teased me this morning, I've been having a hard time holding back my anger towards you, Nez," he whispers to me, both of us getting excited. We cover our activities with wide jackets so that no one can see them. We know this is a sin, but somehow since what happened this morning, this desire has been burning faster and can't be contained. I thought I was the only one who felt this turmoil, it turns out that Arman is also like me.

The pace of this city bus feels moderate, not too fast and not too slow, so I feel like spending more time with it. Maybe this is our last trip that we can both go through now, because tomorrow and in the future it will not be possible to repeat this atmosphere again.

I will be side by side with another man, so may you, there will be a lucky woman who is beside you. Let our closeness be a memory in the future, even though in this public place I don't care about the gazes of those who are there, let us feel this closeness while we still can, while the bond has not bound me, I don't want to miss the opportunity.

There was a woman with a girl who had just boarded the bus, but because it was full they both stood up "Sir, I'll just go to the market, okay?" he said while carrying quite a lot of groceries "Don't worry Aunty, surely Nita often plays here. Aunty invites me around again, you know, let's go shopping again," the conversation I could hear, because the tone was really loud.

"Nez, poor mother, I'll give her my chair, okay?" Arman asked me, but he didn't wait for an answer from me, suddenly he just stood up, even though I didn't really agree with the idea

"Ma'am, let's sit here, let me stand, Ma'am," said Arman to the mother, why did it have to be him? many other passengers are not as good.

Arman, I don't want her standing there.

The mother happily went straight to Arman's chair and swapped positions. The mother with her groceries was sitting next to me. My chair was packed with her luggage, and Arman stood with a long iron handle mounted on top, lined up with the young girl, probably Mother's niece__huh! Another young girl who was present near Arman. The girl whose hair is dyed blonde, tall with a contemporary appearance. She occasionally looked at Arman, not long ago I heard her talk to Arman, I don't know what to say because her tone is now softer. Heemmm, just talking to her Aunty was really loud, if you talk to guys, be gentle. Arman also replied maybe because he respects her interlocutor, here is a girlfriena's here, again I'm burning with jealousy. I wish Arman had told her that he was traveling with his girlfriend to make the blonde girl illfeel.

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Why does this body seem to be shaking, it sounds like people are calling my name over and over again

"Wake up, Miss, you're still conscious, right? It's okay, right? This bus has slipped, Miss. We all have to get out, we're lucky to be safe, but some passengers are injured, some are okay." I heard the voice clearly.

Suddenly I was surprised to hear that, how not? The last thing I remember, after Aunty and the blonde girl came down, Arman sat next to me again and we were leaning against each other enjoying the music, where is Arman? I turned my head to the right and to the left I didn't find the person I was looking for. I looked at the window of the bus, I saw that people were already bustling outside, complaining to each other. They are passengers and local residents, where is Arman? There was no way. He would leave me sleeping alone in this strange place and atmosphere.

"Sir, do you know the man who was sitting next to me? Where is he, sir?" I asked frantically,

"Ooh ... maybe treated by Mrs's residents, or rushed to the nearest Puskesmas, because some were lightly injured and some needed other measures," said a man who confronted me, apparently he was Mr. Kenel.

Injured?!

How can I sleep comfortably while Arman? What happened I don't know, what kind of partner am I? Is it true that I don't deserve him so fate has to separate us.

"Sir, where can I find him, I want to go to the resident's house or to the Puskesmas that you mean," I asked scared.

"Miss, you can walk through the crowded houses around here. Miss, if you don't have one, go to the Puskesmas, but it's a bit far from here. Earlier, residents helped to take the injured people there by motorbike, Miss," he explained to me.

I staggered limply as I walked down the steps of the bus and out into the crowd, I tried to comb the houses around, one by one I asked about my male figure there?!

I cried shamelessly while calling out Arman's name, asking them all.