Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter.205 Taxi
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Day crept more and more night, the streets that have been crowded since, now began to be empty. Keenan had just come out of the boutique and thought Riska was there, but she wasn't there.
Riding the car at maximum speed he is now heading to the apartment, it is possible that Riska has decided to go home.
Moments later, Keenan's car had stopped at the apartment's parking lot. Keenan went straight into the elevator, feeling very hopeful that Riska was already in her apartment.
'Riska must be in the apartment, she definitely won't leave without hearing my explanation first'
Keenan muttered inwardly, he moved restlessly inside the elevator. The man who was fervent, felt the movement of the elevator became very slow.
Ting!
The sound of the elevator door opened, as if giving air that relieved a little tightness inside the chest. Keenan walked towards the door of his unit, he directly attached the key card to open the door.
His body pecked with a hunting breath, his eyes widened looking at the person he was looking for and making him think things through, now standing in front of him with a sweet smile.
"Riscus?"
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Just a moment ago, when Riska was still in the cab.
Drrrt .. drrttt ....
Riska's phone rang again, the ID of the name reading 'Abang Ken' on the screen, making her just take a quick look, then put it again in the bag, without intending to answer it.
In his hand still holding the album that resembles the agenda book, Riska again lowered her head, seeing the gurat of cheerfulness in every photo that was there.
'You look so happy here, Bang' Riska murmured inwardly.
Smiling incessantly as he continued to open page after page that continued to scratch the wounds in his heart, enjoying the pain he created himself with increasingly widespread prejudice.
'Is it true, I am a barrier to your happiness, Bang? If that's true, why don't you talk to me? I'm sincere if I have to give up, for the sake of happiness of both of you'
Riska rubbed the tears that kept running down her cheeks, she could no longer stem the crying. His heart ached as if slashed, his chest was tight as if he could no longer breathe oxygen to free him.
Closing the book that had been open on his lap, Riska grabbed a cell phone and sent Ayu a message to cancel her plan le hospital.
There was no way he would go to the hospital with this kind of chaotic condition, what more books for his report alone did not exist.
The taxi driver who had been silent since then, now began to worry, he did not even know the direction of the destination of his passengers, since he had continued to circle in the same place.
"Sorry, Neng. If you know where we're going, okay?"
With doubt and a soft voice, the taxi driver who looked old, finally ventured to speak.
Riska raised her head, she had forgotten that she was currently in a taxi. Take a tissue to wipe away the tears and a little nasal fluid that comes out before answering the taxi driver's question.
"Ah, sorry, sir. I forgot to tell my goal the same, Father," Riska replied, feeling bad. He pensively pensively, then mentioned an address to the driver.
The old man finally gave a hug, while looking at Riska from the rearview mirror inside. He could see a messy face with reckless eyes and a flushed nose, as a result of his crying.
"Is there a problem, Neng?" asked the father, trying to melt the atmosphere, when he saw Riska now calmer.
Riska simply smiled forcefully, in response, unwilling to open her voice. Shaking the phone in her bag was still felt, she was sure it was still the phone from Keenan, until Riska let it go.
"Prophey, Neng. All problems must have a solution" said the taxi driver back.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Thank you." Riska answered slowly.
"Thank you kaish, sir." Riska just nodded with a faint smile, though,
Riska couldn't possibly tell what was the problem to the stranger she had just met. What else this has not been clear.
Even so, along the way the taxi driver continued to chat and tell his own story. All that was enough to distract Riska from the pain in her heart.
"Sir, has he been a taxi driver for a long time?" riska asked, becoming interested in the life of the old man in front of her.
"I've been working as a taxi driver for twenty years, Neng. With this job as well, I can send my children to High School" replied the taxi driver.
"For a long time yes, sir," Riska said.
"Yes, Neng. For a long time, I have also seen many taxi passengers. From the usual, to the fairly troublesome, hahaha!" the story of the taxi driver was accompanied by laughter.
"I'm definitely among the troublesome ones huh, sir?" ask Riska again.
"No, Neng. If it's just crying in the taxi it's commonplace, which is not unusual if it's raging in the taxi, hahaha!" joked the cab driver.
Riska chuckled, she was quite amused by her conversation with the taxi driver this time. For a moment he could forget his problem with Keenan.
"Is there anything like that, sir?" asked Riska, a little distrustful of the words of the taxi driver.
'It could be, this Father just wants to comfort me' Riska murmured inwardly.
"Yes, Neng. Even more troublesome, when there's a drunk with no companion."
"Is there anything like that, sir?" asked Riska, quite surprised by the expression of the taxi driver.
The taxi driver nodded his head with a laugh, without chiming in Riska's words again, because soon they would arrive.
"Neng, if I can give advice .. whatever problems we are facing right now, we better think with a cold heart and head, before making a decision. What's more if it involves other people, we better try to speak well first, and ask for an explanation, than later we will regret being carried away by emotions and feelings of anger for a moment."
"I'm sorry, Neng. You know, Neng, it's like my son, who died five years ago. So even the feeling, hehem," said the taxi driver, looking at Riska.
They had arrived in front of Keenan's apartment. Yes, Riska did choose to go back to the apartment.
Riska returned the old man's gaze, clearly seen the sad highlight there, making Riska's heart a little touched. What's more, the father's words have a point, he must first ask and talk to Keenan about all this, before deciding everything.
"I am very sorry for the passing of my son .. and thanks for the advice, I am happy to be able to chat with my father even if only for a moment" Riska said as she extended money for the cost of her taxi.
"No need, Neng. This time, let me buy it, hehe. Delivering, Neng, it felt like I was delivering my son," the taxi driver refused, with a smile that looked very sincere.
"But, Sir. It's my duty." Riska was a little pushy, however, the taxi driver still refused money from Riska.
"Thank you very much, sir," Riska said, finally she chose to give up.
"Together, Neng. Hope the problem, Neng, is over quickly."
"Amiin, I'll see you later, sir," Riska said, opening the taxi door and exiting.
He stood there while looking at the taxi he had previously been riding out of the apartment area. Exhaled a rough breath, before he finally walked into the lobby.
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