It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 50: Inside the memory bus (Part 1)

    The bench inside the bus was warm as I sat on it. I was sitting on the left-most corner of the back, right next to the window. No one was sitting next to him. The atmosphere on the bus was quite quiet, there were only about 15 people on the bus with a capacity of about 30 people. 

    The inside of the bus was stiff, the room was still very fragrant, a new sign was replaced. A kenek stood at the door of a nearby bus, busy counting the money he made.

    I unlocked the screen on HP, then opened a music player app, then selected a list of her favorite songs and played one of the songs on that list. The song titled “The Deepest” from Peterpan was heard in the earphones that had been attached to my ears. While enjoying the song from HP, I sat comfortably on the soft bus bench.

    It looks like the journey for the next 1 hour will be able to enjoy I with joy and peace.

    On the bus that was going to take her to the public library, I propped up my chin while looking out the window that was right to her left.

    While sitting by the window of a slow-moving bus while listening to a song, my mind went everywhere, it felt comfortable and as if the burden on my head was slowly coming off. Everyone feels the same way in such a situation.

    I enjoyed the view outside the window. The blue sky stretched up there, the trees on the edge as if walking in the opposite direction, the houses of citizens lined up on the edge look beautiful in the eyes.

    Stuck in a cozy atmosphere, making him daydream while continuing to look out the window. His mind drifted far across time, or rather back to about 6 months ago, the day before my relationship with Olivia, an ex-boyfriend, ended.

    Since Bunga talked about Olivia at the music store a few months ago, I often remember Olivia, her ex-boyfriend and first love. The door to memories while still dating Olivia seemed to slowly open from then on, making me stuck in nostalgia.

    That time about a year ago, Olivia and I accidentally skipped school, both sitting on the edge of the lake they used to visit on a date.

    “Sorry yes, I'm sure you missed the first hour.” Olivia. They sat next to Olivia leaning on my shoulder while drawing on her picture book. 

    “Emang why the hell suddenly ngajakin me to the lake during school gini? Not usually.” I asked Olivia. I felt that Olivia's day was not as usual. I felt that there was something that was being pendam by Olivia in my heart.

    Olivia shook her head when she heard the question from me.

    “No papa, I'm not in the mood to go to school today.” Olivia hugged my arm.    “It feels like you want the same all day.” Olivia said, her voice sounding spoiled.

    “If I don't want to be with you all day, how?” Said I.

    Olivia turned her attention from her drawing paper, to my face with a pouting expression. 

    “Wicked, pliss is for today aja temenin me all day.” Olivia pleads.

         I smiled at Olivia.

         “gue wants the same lo throughout life.” Said I.

         Olivia smiled back at me. His heart was really happy to hear the words of his girlfriend.

         Sitting together with someone he loves seems to make Olivia feel very comfortable even though maybe at that time there are other things that make his heart upset. At that time, the second also felt as if it was warmer than the morning sun, cooler than the water in the lake. In his heart there is only me, who fills the heart space, to be able to sweep away the feeling of unease in it, all that remains is a feeling of pleasure and happiness.

        In her arms I was tight like no one could do that but her. It was as if the arm belonged to just one. 

         Olivia went on to tell me a lot of things, from her favorite TV show, to what she experienced at school a few days ago, about his sick pet, about one of his friends who jail and so forth. 

         “Iya, I doain deh may your dream come true. But I think being an illustrator is a job that requires mental resilience, working alone, rarely meeting people. Surely you will be lonely.” I said after hearing Olivia's story.

“Not a problem really, during the activities of hobbies and fun, the feeling of loneliness can be diverted kok.”

         I smiled, then asked. “Emang wants to be an illustrator like how the hell are you?”

         “Maybe I can start from making illustrations for children's books, whose picture form is cute so hehe..” Answer Olivia.

         “By the way, I rarely see you participate in the events of the drawing competition, liv. Though the picture of lo mayan is good youho.”

         “Still... You have often said that.” Olivia smiled to get compliments from me.

“Kayaknya kemaren in mading I saw there is an event pamphlet picture, the prize is good.” I'm continuing.

         “Oh.. yes I know kok.” Olivia.

         “Not want to try register?” Ask I.

        I did not continue the topic anymore, he knew that Olivia would not want to participate in the race even though he continued to be seduced.

         Olivia has a hobby of drawing since childhood, most of her free time is used to draw what she wants. 

Because often in sharpening, the ability to draw Olivia was growing and the results of the picture is quite good. Anyone who is layman about drawing will be amazed to see the results of Olivia's drawings.

However, unfortunately, Olivia did not have more confidence to show off her work to many people. He felt that the picture was still ugly. Therefore, he rarely participated in drawing competitions, still shy if the picture is seen by many people.

         But I'm an exception for Olivia. He actually likes to show off his works to Me, he likes to be praised by Me after finishing drawing and showing it to Me, as if he did it only for Me.

In fact, he often gives the results of his images to me with pleasure.and I am also happy about it. 

In some parts of the walls of the room I was much attached to the pictures of Olivia's hand scratches, she used it as a decoration of the walls of her room, because indeed according to I'm not good at drawing, it is a good work.

The sun slowly rises. The air that was warm, slowly turned a little hot. Olivia's hand moved faster and faster on the paper, scraping line by line from her pencil, she almost finished drawing.

“Wah... already want to be yes? View dong.” Said I glancing towards Olivia's drawing sheet.

“Shortly, less dikit.” Olivia said as she continued the picture.

A few minutes later, Olivia finally finished the picture, she shifted a little from Me, then showed the results of the picture to Me.

Seriate…